crosstalk
heard of it
but what is it called when talk
is crossed with incongruent images
driftysoft breathy womans voice Are you going to fuck me?
over to best understand the adept cinematic execution of Wes Andersonesque quirky settings a room zoom out
revealed as a rectangular box a room removed from a doll house people seated
around a large dinner table Are you going to fuck me? through the
bay of windows at the back of the room the box a distance blueband appears growing largeranlarger
its top fringed whitefroth Are you? one of the seated male guests in uniform casually notices the approaching blueband the room grows smaller like a childs toy wood building block yet remains a dining room guests inhabiting
it Are you going to fuck me? My. the uniform remarks insouciantly That looks like a tidal wave, a tsunami.
everyone turned in their chair to look
insouciantly remarked It does.
the wave viewed panning back grows larger and larger Are
you? the diners return to their china plates of sliced
meats gravy boats serving trays hot vegetable portions crispsalads in bowls
silver leadcrystal water and wine glasses the room is lighted honeycoloured by table candelabras
fit with beeswax candles rainbows shimmer on an elegant linen tablecloth You are going to fuck me.
the wave swallows the box it tips toggles flipsend over end rolls yet
within the diners the table the entire array remains asif the gymnastics the tangotangle
is not occurring nothing falls nothing spills
casual drips of seawater violate unseenseams random pinholes spatters the
linen their clothing clinging some becomes delicate mirrorballs shimmering in their unmussed
hair You are.
the blue whiterippled tidal wave plays out
the room box settles on undisturbed unspoiled
white sand windows are wet beaded
guests continue their unfetteredfeast
under her breathy marvelous voice
You are
going to fuck me.
6AM, Saturday,
7 9. 24
1152, Thursday,
12 9. 24
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