I am infatuated with the word twist, twisting, twisted.
It makes me think of a man and a woman, both young, in some kind of alley way, or old european hotel, and they're just clawing at each other and twisting sheets. Hair is getting pulled and the noises they're making are animalistic and a little scary. And something isn't right. Someone's married, or he's her boss, or she's going to absolutely ruin his life, carrer, mentality somehow. One of their head, or both of their heads are absolutely twisted. And in the midst of this affair, I see her twist her body around to attack his shoulder, and he pushes her and then they start tearing covers. Or if they're in an alley way, both of their backs are getting fucked up from the bricks; they're very scratchy bricks if they're in this alley way you see. Otherwise the image doesn't work for me. And after this affair, everything must be ruined. For at least one of them, one of their lives becomes obsession trying to find the other. One of them must become insane, it triggers something and their reality is forever distorted over this one instance.
I'm not sure where this idea comes from. I'm not sure what it means if anything. I hope it's not some kind of premonition. Either way, it's what I think of when I hear the word twist. And for some reason, I really really enjoy it.
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