Testo Independet Filmmaker

Charlie had a vision, A circular incision Into his own mind Not totally kind Made a pot of coffee and then he started coughing out his vertical lines That nobody finds Pan left 'til you see the sun drowning everyone in a wide shot Now we see a family Chopping down a tree Or maybe not And the color ran out of the frame . . . Fade in to a railroad track and billowing smokestack at the sunrise Now we see a robbery Watch the robbers flee Into death's eyes and the color ran out of the frame . . .