In movies it never goes as planned.
The silver screen is supposed to



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make a worshiper of us all.
We worship...

on our own terms.

No one cares if someone doesn’t:

shoot up

snort the dried blood in their own nose

shiver

c o nv u l se even though

it’s warm

in the arms of their lover.

Don’t worship him:
7.
He climbs into his truck

[does he listen to music?]
and drives to his destination.
He is the light-bringer
to sinners.
Black light. White lines.
He glances into his mirror.
“Objects may be closer than they appear”
closer to what?
Keep driving.
8.
He carries the coke- not just
in his own system-
to
them.
11.

[who are they what time is it why is he taking so long?]

[
]

Don’t worship her:
7.
Her blood is clean and yet it burns-
savage- through her veins, tearing out
her nerves, itching beneath the confines
of her flesh.
8.
Desperation - her only form of hope -
replaces religion.
11.

[
]

[did he black out snort too much or is he dead bruised bleeding did he fight back why...why]

That night
he doesn’t remember her name but
she sees his on a tombstone.
Don’t worship this:

[reality]