The moth don't care if the flame is real
'Cause the flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and anger and desperation
~ Les Deux Love Orchestra ‘The Moth & the Flame’ 2008
'Cause the flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and anger and desperation
~ Les Deux Love Orchestra ‘The Moth & the Flame’ 2008
“Peye Ellis-Winston, what has become of you, young lady? Last I heard you were still the hysterical poetry reader. I should have shut that fucking cesspit after ‘38”
“If it wasn’t for the Carny they’d have been up at the gates with pitchforks and flaming torches years ago” says Ellie.
“They’re too stupid to even figure out how to light the torches”
“You underestimate them”
“I estimate them perfectly thank you very much: they’ll do whatever it takes to hang on to the services we provide for them”
“Services? The only people being serviced are the ones that so recently occupied your little club,” she sees his reaction when Michael Caine allows him access to the feed, a package in her head wonders what she looks like in these scenes: is she as elegant as those old movies where every drop of blood shed from the combatant’s body was immortalised as enhanced CGI porn? Probably not.
“You know how they pronounce your name down there don’t you?”
He looks up from the feed flicker in his eye, “Darling, the last person who called me cock-burn to my face wound up with his balls in his mouth, I was eleven, I was young and impetuous. I’m over that sort of petty offence these days; I don’t care what they call me.”
He takes a long breath, drops the feed.
“I do care however - very much - that you seem to have, in the space of 12 hours, stripped away my protective layer”
“If it wasn’t for the Carny they’d have been up at the gates with pitchforks and flaming torches years ago” says Ellie.
“They’re too stupid to even figure out how to light the torches”
“You underestimate them”
“I estimate them perfectly thank you very much: they’ll do whatever it takes to hang on to the services we provide for them”
“Services? The only people being serviced are the ones that so recently occupied your little club,” she sees his reaction when Michael Caine allows him access to the feed, a package in her head wonders what she looks like in these scenes: is she as elegant as those old movies where every drop of blood shed from the combatant’s body was immortalised as enhanced CGI porn? Probably not.
“You know how they pronounce your name down there don’t you?”
He looks up from the feed flicker in his eye, “Darling, the last person who called me cock-burn to my face wound up with his balls in his mouth, I was eleven, I was young and impetuous. I’m over that sort of petty offence these days; I don’t care what they call me.”
He takes a long breath, drops the feed.
“I do care however - very much - that you seem to have, in the space of 12 hours, stripped away my protective layer”
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