Eric Cloutier Movies

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

Platitudes begin at peaks then rapidly descend and dismantle in order to ascend more acutely until they repeatedly and successively overwhelm.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

3 minute experimental film.

1 minute experimental film.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Lights flicker & fade as focus shifts from artificial to natural light, ending on a second artificial light speeding through the blackened miasma...