Lots of movies, a few insights, a modicum of vomit, good times
Punching, kicking, gnawing, tearing, torching, shooting, sawing, stabbing, slicing, splattering, exploding my way to eternal, hellish glory
Compiled music and noise to be heard while pedaling
Improved array of programs and documents
Better the world by not being an ideological dickhead
Curious, eh?
Goals for the new year
It's this simple
Locations famously featured in films
Programs galore, launched with panache
Or, How to Signal That You're Not Ready for Mass Exposure
Two nuclear-grade autists debate copyright and synthesize succedaneous solutions.
Coming eventually to a cringe compilation in your recommended feed, I swear to god.
Should the FBI ever again concentrate on the investigation and apprehension of pedophilic rapists (instead of nonexistent, terroristic white supremacists), their ultimate sleeper agent is waiting.
If you read that far, then
As though you didn't already love these geniuses:
Those who can't shoot shouldn't speak.
Imagine being a reviewer of popular music who's so witty that you forgot to review scores of the albums that you were assigned whilst composing your Attical facetiae. Then imagine that you weren't actually witty in the first place.
Something like this was probably published, so I notionally hate it.
The future is fat for Mrs. Lawrence. Also, I expounded on my position in the ecosystem of profitable feminist grievance.
29 years ago, Roger Ebert didn't watch Hellraiser's sequel, then penned a characteristically sloppy, contemptuous, ignorant review of it that was published nationally, and for which he was paid. Four years after this bloated moron finally expired, I'm still incensed over it.
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