The opening of like

[Lawrence Upton]

Paul: This kind of burning flesh wants a fire in everyone to persuade virtue of slow motion. Pamela: We used to go back to me, she says. Michael: Sympathy for barking Pamela! Paul: Heads off, she screams. Pamela: The kind of people who have been some great readers. Michael: Rambled. Paul: Awe drawn into asking. Pamela: All had to lie. Paul: Erudite in the high spirits. Michael: Weak with loathing and self-loathing. Paul: Complete already. Flesh wants a museum of syllables. [Pause] Michael: Speech is not looking new. Paul: Still mistakes read beautifully. [Pause] Michael: We drove up to many artists. Paul: Names crop. Pamela: I approach the nature. Michael: I died. Paul: So designed. Pamela: I didn't get it. Paul: As if brand new Michael: But I had known each other, way back, because I had died, in motion writing. [pause] Paul: To everyone flesh. Michael: Characters arriving all at once. Pamela: The air upset, the way misunderstood, excerpts of the beginning. Michael: Every night. Paul: Would make me feel weak. Michael: Rethinking non-thinking. Paul: The whole a film. Pamela: All complicated suspicion, fuzzy matter. Mary: Presence a blank. Pamela: Part of things paying tribute. Michael: The opening of like. Paul: End with adding [pause] any nature will appear into absentia Michael: Except more elaborated.