The Left Eye slow roves, a screw loose and pensive, like a camera on drifting tripod, skipping over the rainbow. The rainbow is, in fact, outside the venue, facing the other direction. It regales one too many times concerning its colorful claim to fame. Someone yawns, feeling overwhelmed. 200% or even 300% more explosion is not 200% or 300% happiness - happiness peaks at 100%. The delights, the noise, banshee screams, or digital rumbles, after that, but before ONE HUNDRED, are tactics that disarm and wear down the enemy: Hollywood, industry - others - employ such tactics. No wonder folks are getting tired of rainbows, putting on their hat and shades, sinking back into a darkened theater, to close their eyes only to hear music that is still alone even after all it’s been through, sung praises through disciples of lone wolf idiom, never having been despoiled by plot or pitch (as in sales pitch).
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