In this review, I rip apart the worst Sean Connery film ever made!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Uneccessary Excuses for Tardiness.
ME: I was absorbed into the darkness of the void, to a timeless place where I have spent the last 5 years although only a few minutes passed for you.
MY Boss: I was just wondering why you were 5 minutes late to work.
Uneccessary Excuses for Tardiness.
ME: I was absorbed into the darkness of the void, to a timeless place where I have spent the last 5 years although only a few minutes passed for you.
MY Boss: I was just wondering why you were 5 minutes late to work.
Tom Petty and His Parachute
After a certain number of "Free fallin's" you'd think Tom Petty would eventually have to pull his chute. Otherwise the song would be like 5 free fallin's and a free fa---.
Pop Fiction
When phosphorescent falsehoods and doppleganger dreams became the foundation of the future of the Earth; it is then that the churning of the tide became a bubble in a soda can.
Mad Mice
The sycophantic soothsayers, the walking-talking-figure heads, the zombies of the evening mass, those strapped in bed, those grateful dead, those whose phosphorescent fallacies and incandescent dreams guide the lost generation to its unwelcome home.
It is they who tempted Eve, with an apple up their sleeve, and also they who told us of her undiscerning appetite.
Before our eyes, they show their lies, the cheating gambler with sleeves rolled up, dealing slowly from the bottom of the deck, and reading each card aloud as he throws them face down. Yet still we wait our turn to join the table. We ante up our lives, and our children and our wives, while we know it is a game we cannot win.
We play our cards with Cheshire grin, although the Hatter’s going to win, while the mice are getting drunk on cheese and wine beneath the table.
There is nothing left to do when the rules make you unable,
and your chair has lost a leg, but your mind is what’s unstable,
and you drink the toxic tea that has a warning on the label,
and you hoped to be a legend but got lost inside a fable,
and we quickly find the best card and we pass it ‘cross the table.
When we reach the mazes end, we will find, to our chagrin, that the cheese we sought was always at the start. Those lost inside the labyrinth, who’ve lost the first and third and tenth, who’ve lost their way and lost their minds, who, born in first, are now behind.
It is there that we mice first failed, to see behind transparent veil, the mad scientist with his neon lab coat, manipulating the environment to our disadvantage, turning levers, pulling knobs, and cutting off our tails.
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