the variety of brooding
beings surrounding you
discussing the same flick.
Some like it.
Some don't.
All fall within the realm of
the expected. Except the
guy jumping around making fart noises getting a laugh from a kid. You
don't see a kid. You
skirt around him. He's had
just a bit too much maybe he's
just a bit too crazy maybe
he's both. You
leave the theater talking about
the flick with your husband who
falls into the category of liking it. You
say the story grows...sprouts buds...
extrudes tendrils. You
imagine opinionated movie goers
playing dodge ball. The pondering likes win leaving a pile of brooding dislikes. Except for the flatulant jumping guy who turns into the ball. You
scurry along
grab a tendril
stamp your parking bud and leave.
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