Keith Stryton III |
11-19-2008 04:22 AM |
I vividly recall the orginal 'HOUSE' movie. Isn't it funny how films and music and smelling clothes can take you back in time? A wonderful period of my life: me and Isabelle. House was our favourite film. One night we watched it, and then ran out into the rain, giddy with love, stumbling, grabbing each other, laughing. Rain streaked down, painting our faces, and we stood in a field, faces pointed to the sky, yelling and hollering and screaming. We slipped and stumbled in mud and rain. The deluge seemed to shut everything out; it was just me and her, flitting around and around in nothingness like a couple of love-struck moths. Sometimes Clive is cruel and tells me Isabelle was just a mop with some clothes on. But Isabelle was more than that to me. So much, much more.
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