This movie is
not for the literal-minded, but it's been
haunting my dreams for several months running.
Lady Macbeth would drive a
Mercedes SUV, I know it. She would not be a
victim. And the handles on her
pruning shears - the ones that match her
gardening clogs?
That's no accident. There's a lot of rooms for rent in the
virgin-whore complex.
Guess at the breed of the
recurring rose petals:
American Beauty, thank you much. (It's also a brand of
pasta. So fresh; you
dump them in the water and they're done.)
The bag, dancing.