the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
It was a discipline, really. Perhaps not the one she was meant to be practising, but a discipline nonetheless. Every evening, after a hard day’s work shooting, Elizabeth would come back to her trailer. She’d lock the door, sit in front of the television, and watch the special station that only seemed to broadcast in and around the set.
Elizabeth would begin to practice her lines.
the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
the spiral is good, the spiral is great, I surrender my will, as of this date….
At some point during the evening, though, she’d hear a knock on the door to her trailer, and, after shutting off the television and shaking her head clear of the strange fog that seemed to have descended upon her mind, Elizabeth would stand by the door and ask who was outside.
And if the response came back, “Whom do you surrender to?”, she would slip off the dress, open the door, standing nude, before pulling her lover inside for hot, sweaty, mindless sex.