Last night the wax lips from True/False Film Fest jumped out of their hiding place deep in some corner of my bag.
This is Justin. He's a painter.
Meet Hot Lips Nesbit
And Cool Lips Molly.
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- The better to see you with, my dear.
- City so burned, so broken
- All the tender petals
- Through the polished corridors
- Does your chewing gum lose its flavor? No.
- In each drawer: surprises.
- Oh, to be a tugboat captain...
- A saint, a princess, and a dictionary
- Above and Below the Clouds
- Return of the Wax Lips
- When the world is all breeze and light
- The Thin Tissue of Time
- True or False?
- Autumn Honey is the Sweetest, she said.
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