The movie will begin in five moments.
The mindless voice announced
all those unseated will await the next show.
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.
The auditorium was vast and silent
as we seated and were darkened, the voice continued.
The program for this evening is not new.
You've seen this entertainment through and through.
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest.
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?
I'm getting out of here
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning.
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas.
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It's alright, all your friends are here.
When can I meet them?
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry.
Uh, we meant beaten.
Silver stream, silvery scream.
Oooooh, impossible concentration.
("The Movie" - poema de Jim Morrison, recitado no início do filme "The Doors", de Oliver Stone)
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