

Warm Olive Drab DreamBeckoned close by beds of summer green fields Well sing like sha-la-la Shores singing us sleepy songs sounding like shh Awakened only for the farewell of the setting sun.Warm Olive Drab Dream
Us a single silhouette Projected by the moon beams Mingling with the softness of starlight
Eyes up, traversing celestial showers


The PictureStella sipped her vodka martini with as much sophistication as she could whilst burying her bare toes in the thick carpet. Her host was stretched out on the facing chaise lounge like a panther in a dinner jacket. His own drink was almost finished.The Picture
It was a good premier, said Stella to break the silence.
Lead actor was shit, said her host. He drained the rest of his glass and held it at arms length, watching the way it glinted in the electric lights.
Yes, well, said Stella. I suppose the script wasnt much to work with.
Doesn
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"Trust me, I know what I'm doing!"
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I'm a reasonable man. Get off my case. Get off my case.
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Me cool.
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I'm a reasonable man. Get off my case. Get off my case.
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Me cool.
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I'm a reasonable man. Get off my case. Get off my case.
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