"It's surmountable."-- Miles O'Brien, always on CNN
Adding to texture, even sexually arousing in a bizarre liberation toward a thanatological analysis, JT Petty also toys with reversal expectations in his admirable film. When Karl Geary leads his little posse in search of his fictitious band of indigenous marauders, and they find the girl with the spasmodic movements of her lingering humanity in her toe, the dialogue suggests a lethal Alien cavity burst. We don't get that. The actual burrowers are swarmers, an ambiguous terror, overgrown termites bursting out of a nightmare. Placing Doug Hutchison in the appropriate frame, he played the southern commander who doesn't get picked off, doubtlessly there are correspondences to be extrapolated from that, in his projection of dangerous virility, he would no doubt think my former supervisor's scathing epithet of sweetheart an apt dismissal of why I can't play with men like him.
I can see why he found Stodden a platinum trophy. That long nosed sexual suggestiveness is something Susan radiated outward in her youthful sexual adventurism, my former best friend and was she really? But I cannot pry too deeply into memories that suggest disdain. Sue did care about me, but her friend Kim mocked my vacant facial expressions; it hurts more now that I did not understand that Kim was suggesting the dowager buffoon by pretending to drool in her lap. Pretty girl, raven actress looks with curly black hair, almond eyes. Rich cherry pout for a mouth. She taught me about English coins, having been across the pond.
Should Sue be out there, on FB or whatnot, reconnecting wouldn't help. There is too much pain in our mutual past alone for it to be surmounted. To play a game of six degrees though, if you know an aging blond in her fifties whose unmarried name was Davison, I send along a deep hug to pass on. I loved her once; hope she found happiness. What the fuck is that, eh?
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