You Can Talk to Him Through the Television

Screwy eyes in the burning hot sun, sea, the colour of darkened skies… Do your job! We are not a low transmission. Nothing to see here. Take space and time in an elegant colour. Please answer my prayers. She went in for the handshake and then disappeared. So what’s the plan? Ain’t much to lose. Aim for the feet, aim for the head. Be disappeared. We’ve all seen this movie; we know how it ends.

I’m sorry, was that too much?