The Rest Is History

It's a terrific time to be alive. An hour and twenty minutes plus 8 seconds from the BBC podcasts department on French Cinema? 

Sweet as.... 

Long form content is not only here, but it looks like it's a trend should we be of the right humours to seek it out...

And yet, in this manner an audio Princess nebulously, yet unmistakeably Lumiere in the face of blindness, co-opts the mise-en-scene, by parting the curtains and purposefully wondering on stage. 

While nobody is looking.

Who among us could have predicted an English woman, Muriel (Zhaga) speaks flawless French more beautifully and with a greater command of language, than any other French women you care, or dare not mention.

Her Giggle is melodic. Flawless timing too.

Bela Lugosi's Dead (Tomb Raider Mix) DJ ALANT - She wants revenge / Bauhaus Re-Upload [tear you apart]

Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

In a whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her

Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to like

When she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright

It's cute in a way, 'til you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak

Escape was just a nod and a casual wave

Obsess about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close

Soft breath, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

Wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close

Soft breath, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close

Soft breath, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close

Soft breath, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

Thanks to Landry Dorsett for adding these lyrics.

Thanks to Josh Snowdon, Vicky M, squirts7 for correcting these lyrics.

The Backpedalling Begins

The yearning of the duped to be reassured by the gaslighting media that they're not wrong is pure infantilism. The Atlantic knows what's coming, yet paradoxically despite this canary in the coalmine article, their readers still have no idea.

They're not my words but when I first read them, I could feel a conviction the like of which I'd never encountered before.

"Nothing can stop what's coming. Nothing"