It looms in the dark. It stares at him, taunting him. He stares back, feeling the conflicting emotions inside that come nightly. The anticipation. The revulsion. The acceptance. The disgust. Round and round they go. The urges: to become part of it ou to turn his back on it.
The black bag sits on the little counter suivant to it, illuminated par the portable television’s glow. The bag is filled with the tools he needs to complete his task each night. Tools that, he, himself hates to clean. He can almost hear them calling his name. They whisper to him…encourage him to go ahead with what he needs to do. What he’s paid to do.
But, he doesn’t want to do it. Not tonight. Not any night. Yet, it pays the bills. Gives them food, shelter and clothing. All blood money to him in nearly every sense of the phrase. He knows his l’amour wouldn’t approve; not par a long shot. It’s to keep the girl safe, from the world and from his boss. It’s also to keep the Boss from telling on him to her. To ruin it all and make him pay for the death. His communicator beeps again. Time to do a thankless job. He reaches for the helmet, removing his glasses. He swings on the veste and picks up the bag. Once again, the Repo Man is born. He leaves the télévision on; there’s nothing but static. The volume is low. It sounds eerily like:
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan……
The black bag sits on the little counter suivant to it, illuminated par the portable television’s glow. The bag is filled with the tools he needs to complete his task each night. Tools that, he, himself hates to clean. He can almost hear them calling his name. They whisper to him…encourage him to go ahead with what he needs to do. What he’s paid to do.
But, he doesn’t want to do it. Not tonight. Not any night. Yet, it pays the bills. Gives them food, shelter and clothing. All blood money to him in nearly every sense of the phrase. He knows his l’amour wouldn’t approve; not par a long shot. It’s to keep the girl safe, from the world and from his boss. It’s also to keep the Boss from telling on him to her. To ruin it all and make him pay for the death. His communicator beeps again. Time to do a thankless job. He reaches for the helmet, removing his glasses. He swings on the veste and picks up the bag. Once again, the Repo Man is born. He leaves the télévision on; there’s nothing but static. The volume is low. It sounds eerily like:
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan……
I l’amour fucking l’amour repo the genetic opera.I saw when ti first came out and fell in l’amour with.Blind Mag is my favorit I l’amour her voise amd tha eneding was magicalI think that she should have been able to liveand go with Shilio and leave that bullshit behind them.
I l’amour to sind with the muvie my 7 an old loves it.I l’amour the dresses and makeup and the music.I use to hate comédies musicales now I will whatch them no matter what.
My best friend saw it and now everytime she comes over she has to whatch it.I dont mind i l’amour the muvie to,so we upt the muvie on and get Lost in it.
I l’amour to sind with the muvie my 7 an old loves it.I l’amour the dresses and makeup and the music.I use to hate comédies musicales now I will whatch them no matter what.
My best friend saw it and now everytime she comes over she has to whatch it.I dont mind i l’amour the muvie to,so we upt the muvie on and get Lost in it.