Mr. Reasonable said that there are no exits. He is definitely a stick in the mud from all that I’ve seen him write. Anyhows, waiting for you to surprise me with a suggestion or something that isn’t a thinly veiled insult to my intelligence. So Ierr, where to now?
…Outside. Lovely, flecks of rain contrasted by the confrontation between Ra and Poseidon, one pursuing the other towards a coup that I weathered throughout. Face full of warm sunlight smiles and the cool spit of eyes upon my hair in a welcomed way.
…on like some stalkers. Dr. Lecter had more brain power than Clarice but never more honesty. He coveted Clarice for her honesty which somehow breathed life into him, refreshed him. While he was interesting as the worst of the worst most often are, I rooted for Clarice who lacked his deceptive nature. An ego as big as his never wins the prize he covets, not even if he’s hungry enough to eat her up. When Jodi Foster was replaced, I never finished the Julianne Moore version.
…towards a new objective. Thus far my steps have been precarious, morosely so, yet I vaguely remember where I am destined to be. Deja vus atop one another have me anchored in an unlikely, safe harbor where storms rage to lure, violently seeking refuge too, but I alone have a sliver of calm waters in which to belly-flop, splashing around with cares much less than days before and cares much greater to bequeath.