The Walls Have Eyes But They Need To Speak (The Police, Kiss)

xcult_classicx · 12-08-2006, 12:40 AM

everything looks so different when you're on top of a three-storey building, now, i've been watching alleyway dramas every night since i was 14, but i've never seen anything as chilling as this.

a girl walked into a corner to take a call from someone (probably her rich metrosexual boyfriend), after seconds, a drunk man kicked out of an italian restaurant comes out of some random corner with a spaghetti stained dinner fork in his hand.

the seconds went by as fast as bullets to friday, and he caught her from behind, she was obviously unaware that a drunk person with a dirty fork was looming behind her like the devil on thanksgiving.

he knocked her out with a fist straight to the back of the neck. draped in the noise of a sprawling metropolis, he undressed her, caressing her gently with his left hand and a dinner fork.

before long, she woke up screaming "STOP IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP IT!", he only smiled, kissing her gently and raping her with that spaghetti stained fork.

her hour of hell beside that dumpster captured me and tore my heart into shreds. i was in sheer horror at this sight.

without saying a word, he took her hand, helping her up from a pool of tears, blood, and possibly semen. standing up, she looked into his eyes, embraced him, and said, "i'm in love with my rapist."

yeah, everything looks so different from the top of a three-storey building.
nothing beats this kind of alleyway drama.

12-08-2006, 12:40 AM	#1 (permalink)
xcult_classicx Offset Guitar Operator Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Manila, Philippines Posts: 1,149	The Walls Have Eyes But They Need To Speak everything looks so different when you're on top of a three-storey building, now, i've been watching alleyway dramas every night since i was 14, but i've never seen anything as chilling as this. a girl walked into a corner to take a call from someone (probably her rich metrosexual boyfriend), after seconds, a drunk man kicked out of an italian restaurant comes out of some random corner with a spaghetti stained dinner fork in his hand. the seconds went by as fast as bullets to friday, and he caught her from behind, she was obviously unaware that a drunk person with a dirty fork was looming behind her like the devil on thanksgiving. he knocked her out with a fist straight to the back of the neck. draped in the noise of a sprawling metropolis, he undressed her, caressing her gently with his left hand and a dinner fork. before long, she woke up screaming "STOP IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP IT!", he only smiled, kissing her gently and raping her with that spaghetti stained fork. her hour of hell beside that dumpster captured me and tore my heart into shreds. i was in sheer horror at this sight. without saying a word, he took her hand, helping her up from a pool of tears, blood, and possibly semen. standing up, she looked into his eyes, embraced him, and said, "i'm in love with my rapist." yeah, everything looks so different from the top of a three-storey building. nothing beats this kind of alleyway drama.