The Anti Edit -Anthony Lakes

It'd be a serious lie to say that this wasn't fun to make. It'd also be a lie to say that it's super worth your time to watch. But it'd be the biggest lie to say that this is serious in any way. Enjoy.

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The Fall and the Fallen

The piercing pitch Struck the air Breaking The still silence of The Hot summer afternoon affair Woken from her sunny slumber She fumbled for the phone Grasping it close To one ear Unable to hold on Or Push through the fear The voice became distant, mute Clanging to the ground With tears trailing In quick pursuit All she could do was stumble through One last, and final, A simple, I love you. Till death do us part They had whispered As vows eagerly escaped Their anxious lips A promise made true But both still too young To have it follow through The encroaching Amber waves Licked the steep hillside Lapping up the last Of the safe spot That the grassy wake Did provide With eyes closed He mouthed hushed Goodbyes ...

The Kitchen

The phone would ring, and off would go my mother, around the corner, leaving a trail of flour dust as she waltzed towards the future conversation. Knowing fair well that my mother was a talker, I had it down to a science of how many drive-by’s I could fit in before I’d get caught, as I swept the kitchen for potential hazards on my way to the cookie dough. One, massive, partially melted, white plastic bowl contained the goods, and as a child, it was my duty to get a taste. My mother, being the retired Seattle Police detective that she was, must have had eyes in the back of her head, and probably the sides too, for how quickly she sensed a disturbance. So, between my young, light feet, and her eagle eyes, we had a friendly competition of family cops and robbers anytime cookies were in the making. The counter laid strewn with various sizes of bowls, measuring cups, teaspoons, tablespoons...

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