Movies

Perception becomes reality, forcing reality to lose perception, crash, and burn.

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).