Then the world boned its youth one worse. Even if you weren’t participating, they made not giving a fuck popular. 

Cinetopia is a Detroit film festival for fresh retirees on a cinematic tour bus who belch knowingly whenever they mistake their hunched way into an obscene masterpiece. 

Some animals devour their young to cease lactation so they can fuck more often. People tripped over the invention of a conscience for no other happenstance than to keep our numbers plump.

Gosling has an understanding beyond the Franco. There’s a certain silence to his pose. I dig his tone, even if he’s sexy.

Not belonging feels more and more like banging a rough cookie on the counter these days. I would take pride in my crumbs, if I knew how. It’s good to be alive like a delinquent spaz.

PS – This film deserves its every cult and to be ranked even beyond into the commonly over-valued status of a classic

Seinfeld near tits is an innovative sight. A billionaire can only be cropped next to libidinous events with CGI. It appears comedians struggle to retrieve their teeth back from fame. 

We tried training the Doberman abandoned a yard down with chemically flattened ham

I think Hemingway killed the subordinate clause because it looked at him slantward from the shelled nobility of an era that deserved Victorianism.

The tone deaf values most families scrambled to anesthetize irked my metabolism. 

I’m troubled to notice odd similarities between my nihilism and the right wing. 

Between The Social Network and The Imitation Game, we can decipher precisely how our genitals should disrobe us. I, for one, will be relieved to wave them uploaded straight under Darwin’s

I only look you in the eyes if I’m sure the condom’s on.

This is the first magic realist mumblecore psychological love story thriller shot over eight years of Claymation. 

and it is always okay to be cruel in the arts, whether people like him are in on it or not, because who cares, internet (hey internet, how do I take a selfie of my fucking concern for others?)

When I was young, I wanted one of those Davy Crockett hats. Because I admire psychopaths.

 Shucks, you know the only racism worth a damn comes from poverty. I like Franco when he’s silly.

PS. I was part of an email the studio campaign in the early 2000s to openly mock the idea of a Dawn of the Dead remake, before remakes were a condition.

Is Chekov why I’m so sad? I’ll give you twenty bucks for a plot in literature that acknowledges his talent, but ignores him slightly more.

I spend my free time an appropriate amount of bed sick. I keep a lot of spare pieces of glass up my carpeted self. I mean a literal debris of glass happens when I sit forward.