Everything's going along as usual and then all shit breaks loose.

A drop touches,
the scattered leaves
And the leaves become alive
It is not the water you think
But a water from her eyes
As it ripples  through her skin
As it blend into the green
As it screams a story that 
never goes blind.

When I was a young actor... the more different you were from the part you played, the more talent it reflected.

Is cyberspace a thing within the world or is it the other way around? Which contains the other, and how can you tell for sure?

Written By Don DeLillo

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