This movie reminds me of you. All build up and going nowhere. So you like slinking in the shadows, hovering in the margins of my life, not quite solid enough to be held accountable for anything, but never banished all together, murky, lurking somewhere in the periphery of my consciousness, ready to squirm your way back at any sign of weakness, whenever the urge to make an appearance overtakes you. I hate your Batman streak. It's creepy. You're creepy. And though I get your dark side, acknowledge it, admire it, can see the romantic potential in it, I have no patience for your cowardly shit. Come into the light or disappear into the darkness forever, and thanks for returning my scarf, sexy creeper.
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