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Catherine (Deneuve) drapes the floor with cotton clouds as she asks madame if they still have Fire and Ice nail polish. Elizabeth (Mitchell) gets lost.
I sit down, rather casually, puts up with Faye’s (Wong) Hong Dou. Alanis (Morissette) bores holes into my eardrums while singing Your House a capella.
Belle (and Sebastian) merrily sing in a bright fluffy moonlight and somebody actually shoots the moon (and Stars).
Karen (Peris) takes you back to yesteryear and Harriet (Wheeler) brings back yesterday but not as quaint as Karen (Carpenter) does. Carly (Simon) attests.
I feel like a ghost who’s trying to move your hands over some ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name.
You practically think Aimee (Mann) is the nubile manicurist who goes to Japan and squanders her earnings in plastic surgery (and sex transplant).
“Say goodnight and go.” – Frou Frou
“Sha la la la la la la – Sha la la – Sha la la.” – Ivy
Tracey (Thorn) crosses her heart and hopes she dies. “Not this time,” mutters Cultured Pearls.
Sinead (O’Connor) texts Demi (Moore) in her G.I. Jane cut, “Nothing Compares 2 U.”
Audrey (Heburn) and Donita (Rose) swap faces and realize they are blunderingly interchangeable.
Catherine (Deneuve) drapes the floor with cotton clouds as she asks madame if they still have Fire and Ice nail polish. Elizabeth (Mitchell) gets lost.
I sit down, rather casually, puts up with Faye’s (Wong) Hong Dou. Alanis (Morissette) bores holes into my eardrums while singing Your House a capella.
I caught her taking a swig out of the orange juice tetra pack. There was a steady stream about her cheek.
A clownish commotion in the living room was taking the spotlight. That was where I left Cheesecake and Beefcake. They were the cheeky aunties of dear old Clara. You noticed her when she came in just right after me, didn’t you? There were bright drip-drops on her fleece-white polo shirt.
Beefcake was foolishly attaching this He-Man arm to this He-Man body that she got from an Ovaltine pack. Cheescake was jitterbugging to Frank Sinatra’s Dancing on the Ceiling. What irony, I thought. Even this look that dear old Clara had was utter perplexity. We could not grasp what was going on in Cheescake’s click-clacking head.
Finally, we said, “That’s cheeky cheeky bonbon, Cheesecake.” Morosely.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun
Transitory Dialogue between Trent and Consuelo
Consuelo: I think there’s no place to hide.
Trent: There has to be… Somewhere…
(Consuelo cuts in)
C: I think I’m part of your trouble [now that] you brought me into this.
(Trent looks Consuelo squarely in the eye)
T: You can’t be with me.
C: But I am.
T: Consuelo, they’re not human. They’ll walkover anything to get to me. Destory anything that is close to me.
C: Trent… (makes a Claire Forlani expression)
D: I’m going through this thing on blind luck. I know… (unintelligible)
C: Trent, oh, Trent, I think I’m falling in love with you.
T: Not me, Consuelo. I’m not in love.
C: I know. I know but I don’t care. Doesn’t matter. If one of us loves that’s enough.
T: [By] tomorrow morning very probably both of us will be dead.
C: Well, then there’s no time to wait for you to fall in love with me.
Consuelo then proceeds to kiss Trent. As their lips get to a minute gap, Trent pulls her into an action sequence.
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Nifty. Props to you, ladies’ man Trent.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun
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