I’m exhausted, et tu, Lestat? Biographical exorcism art therapy, oh la la.Â
I dabbled too. No, spiraled, too. Libération musique from the trauma prison. Chorus: My sister, my daughter, my mother, my lover, my maker, my beige throw pillow. [But that’s a prison too even if it’s nice.] The Wheels On Lestat Go Me Me Me. Well, let’s make the wheels fall off. Not onward, sorry, not an option. [trauma/work a. has to be done and b. has no OUT AFTER the THRU, the OUT is IN the THRU]. But, voulez vous off the centripetal and try the centrifugal? That television masterpiece ep3 montage and The Loneliness. You flipped the mojo. Up He Floats. While we’re navel-gazing, The Loneliness holds out his hand. Palm up. But the centrifugal is not linear [physics]. So ep4. The documentary, one-liners snarking yourself out of that little box they put you in, it no longer serves you. [IT NO LONGER SERVES YOU, for those without VIP passes]. You know, you’re in front [of it]. Ten steps ahead of DM, a hundred ahead of the band and a thousand ahead of who-evvvvveeeerrrr caaaares [indiscernible accent]. WooHoo-BooHoo-ster, MA is entropy. Armand, be who you are [Don’t care] but be it on the other side of the moon [Don’t care]. Who’s the villain, who’s the prince, who’s the mayonnaise. Choix du chef [Don’t care]. [You are listening to This No Longer Serves Me, Volume ∞]. Or Kill Yourself. Outta that [theatre] box for good we go. The snag, Why won’t you let me hate you? Wise man said, you hate your mother, you won therapy. No way to make any of that right or good or happy anyways. You cannot resolve foundation trauma except for by way of TNT. [Kapow] And we’re trying here. So outward. Ep5 You and Me and Louis. The doppelgängers and the tropes, I compel you. A bench entretien, car chit-chát. She was a real person and then she was a real vampire. Incandescently, irreplaceably, forever gone. [And how long that will be, let that sink in.] Mon cher, prends ma main.
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