I'm black but unorhodox, people find this strangely disturbing yet compelling because I'm idiosyncratic by diverging from the norm. I keep myself to myself, study, read, wank and like to rant now and again to keep my blood flowing. When I'm passionate I go for something, jumping with two feet, when I'm not enthused I…
haha, i remember how turned on I was when I saw that bag of bones appear. That episode reminded me of the Shining when Jack's planning to go at with a broad and she pulls a fast one of him and transforms into some toothless granny. Every boy's wet dream, right?
Yeah, like troll of the week and instead of emmy's we give these basterds Trolly's. Maybe we could do really caustic eulogies for dead totseans, "Here lies abbod in all his glory...found dead via erotic asphiaxiation while he was jerking it to Sailor moon....kai sara sara, he died a happy racist...now for the party…
The film actually showcases a pretty star-studded cast that complement each other well, I can't say the same for Expendables when that'll be released though. It seems like it'll be the clash of the ego's, and those dudes are only good for melodramatic non-sequitors. But I digress, the movie's as gripping as the Matrix, and…
Please don't start this again. The whole 'pity party' thing already got you ragged on in &Z, so drop it like a bad habit and be a mature poster now. Let bigons be bigons 'n shit.
I just read Naked Lunch, and I'm hungry for more avant garde beatnik, most likely being On the Road or something of that kin. Right now: Nature-via-nurture, Open veins of Latin America, and John Donne's poetry.