I used to not even be able to order pizza on the phone because I was just so shy. I think that’s why so much comes out on-screen, because that’s my time to let go in a safe place. When you’re doing that, it’s all written down on paper and it’s total fiction.
“Little butterfly, of graceful flight and baby blue eyes Flying high, above the fields, beneath the skies With such charm as yours, I must advice Look out for lizards, birds, rats and big flies (Or for spiders such as I) Won’t you come to my home (of sewn guise)?” The butterfly does so, a decision unwise Lo, the spider takes him by surprise. ”Haha, foolish moth, allow me to apprise, Didn’t your mother tell you spiders spun lies? Little butterfly, must I tell you this twice? Monsters don’t play fair or nice.” The butterfly dies. A parable for how two boys signed their demise.