A Movie Tends To Box

...for Everything Has A Trace Of The Divine In It.

Words Are Cold, Muddy Toads Trying To Understand Sprites Dancing In A Field-but They're All We Have.

I Couldn't Get Him Out Of My Head. Still Can't. I Spent Three Solid Days Thinking About Him. The More He Bothered Me, The Less I Coul Forget Him. And The More I Learned About Him, The Less I Wanted To Leave Him.

I Can Only Tell My Story, What You Believe Is Up To You.

As For Hearing, The Sloth Is Not So Much Deaf As Uninterested In Sound.