We wrestled, we tussled, we exerted our muscles as we pinned and grinned while we played. We snorted and laughed, we farted the bath and basked in the trouble we made. Risk and Smash, the kite we crashed, fun filled all of our days. Our memories mix lusciously rich as I backwardly glance my gaze.
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are