random piece of writing quite possibly inspired by the blood brothers.

I'm just catching you up with some of my better pieces of writing of late. Please, feel free to leave any constructive criticism. I appreciate it all. Thanks!
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weary eyes stare at the silver screen misfit. these eyes, they belong to the girl. she's intriuged and relieved, and lusting to hear more. heat is rising from the air vents that line the walls like picket fence, and she starts to take her clothes off as the misfit makes amends. she feels tension growing, and he shows no signs of stopping. all at once his voice rings out, and she trumphs it with a cry. the theatre's lights dim down and she can't see two feet in front of her face. then light shines down from a hole in the wall, and shows her that silver screen misfit. he's running all around with bouts of madness in his eyes, and she's lost with lust. it seems that he just made the temperature rise. the air vents pump the air and it's scalding just to stand, so she takes all of her clothes off, and mr. misfit lends a hand. she stands there as nasture intended, with silver eyes fixed on her breasts. she didn't come to this movie in hopes of getting rest. she came to raise the temperature, and hear what he had to say. she left devirginized from mr. misfit. oh why did his silver hands stray?