Feb 07, 2011 20:11
[ Close-up video. Someone's back to her Epitaph-y look. Oh. And back from the dead. ]
Time passes here. One day, two days, three days, four days, five. Time passes there, seconds at a time. White dresses and dirt. Dark lights, butchers and dumbshows. Here, it's men with two faces, coins and sticks. Like Alpha, but not like Alpha. Murder, but not murder. It doesn't matter.
Is it still murder if the dead come back?
† whiskey | vasana