They said they loved you
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the writer. He kind of seemed to, you know, toe telegraph too much By Derek See Brown All hail the quiet yellow rooms of the three star hotel on the empty sound of a complimentary coffee mug catching final blobs of whisky. All hail the hot knock of sunlight and comforters that ruffle with stiff disease. So sudden the tiny shampoo will not be enough. The curved shower rods cannot keep away feeling, and there is no art on any wall to love. Lay out your clothes in a disaster. Is anyone coming free? Is he in a robe? Have you ever seen anyone win a fight in a robe? Have you ever seen a writer inferno a whole hotel from over magnifying the day roasting the ants of love theme thing waits in you thing. Dylan Thomas could not kill with whiskey or light rage into the dying off the wallpaper. The remote control is a feeling. So wait for it to come to you and teach you of change power, color overload and something sudden Put your luggage in the drawers like you were home, says the walls low and sudden. Why won't you go roam the lobbying in a robe and save someone, save them from destination brochures and all feeling. Did you build this hotel? Did you burn down those four star resorts for something three stars that felt like home and as a lives whiskey, do your marketers keep replacing the phrase isolation strategist for Desperate love? One Star Motel means no one cares means horror. Freedom means felony love to star hotels means sleep comes at you like a sudden black wind. Two stars is broken lonely. Save money on the room so you can afford better whiskey. Better whiskey meets better dreams, Dream of slippers and a bulletproof robe. Three stars should mean a robe. A concierge toe. Hold you the friendly hotel. Someone to ask if you need any help carrying any of that £49 feeling. It was £56 but the airlines made you get it down to £49. They asked. You ve had any hazardous materials into not joke about love. You just wanted to get to the highest room of the hotel. Feel all the people stacked beneath you wanting to feel something sudden in their chest from the closet hangar. They all remove the bathroom lay on it, wrapping the sleeves around them. Wanted to share the whiskey. We are a crowd of unshared whiskey. Were the hotel that has remodeled over. The feeling were lying on large beds, embraced in the sleeves of our rented ropes way Fear the power of that which is too so did until housekeeping slash sunlight Boxer every room with stranger toe Fill the mug with whiskey, open the windows and wait for love to rest in a yellow feeling that the ending is sudden Man in a robe telling the bellman finally sleep well in this clean, quiet hotel.