Watching the Kiss by DS Maolalai

popcorn burnt just right and the silk taste of sweet syrupy soda crushed on ice, this is it, this is the movies, not some clever well-reviewed nonsense making a play at poetry but THE MOVIES, spectacle and the good-looking boys and girls, Antman up there ten thousand meters tall, Star Wars doing stories, Batman giving his last. blue velvet seats and light spewing superheroes over … Continue reading Watching the Kiss by DS Maolalai