Pitch Poems?
Ugh.
As If Shots Or Takes.
Stalls Vamps Or Rallies.
Pacing shorter,
More choppy.
Until it seems reality itself starts to unravel at the seams.
Speaking to The Void.
Fourth Wall crumbling however one desires it to.
Across a thousand stagings.
The roots are usually the same.
Old stories.
Fourth Wall crumbling however one desires it to.
