remember the good old days when the reason for killing someone involved something important like cheerleading and not a virtual personal ostracization? an good old a fashioned what the fuck to ‘defriending’…

imagine the depths of solitude one must experience to resort to a lonely appeal to a camera in search of something to lend an ear…er rather lens to their troubles.

it’s a bird…not it’s a plane…it’s super congress! able to stop freedom in a single bound! the finances of the country reflect a banana republic so why shouldn’t the government as well?
a military industrial
illusion of democracy

“i’d like to share a revelation that i’ve had during my time here. it came to me when i tried to classify your species, and i realised that humans are not actually mammals. every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment; but you humans do not. instead you multiply, [...]

a james cameron movie is in it’s essence a porno: nothing but a fantastic look, unrealistic action and the thinnest of plots to get to the money shot.

finally it has been said aloud was has been apparent for years by an authority of the body no less, one of chicago’s finest, roger ebert:
” i am happy to say it brings back an element sadly missing in recent movies, gratuitous nudity. sexy women would ‘happen’ to be topless in the 1970s movies for [...]

after all is said and done, a final request remains to be completed, a task to finish off what has been started, the coupe de grace to the day and a simple entreaty to make it all worthwhile:

“put your fingers up my ass, are you deaf?”

while novel in it’s label, the notion of a “death panel” is hardly the concept du jour the extreme would have you believe. for years now the american medical industrial complex has operated quite successfully a variety of death panels offering a multitude of denied claims and final solutions under the palatable moniker “health maintenance [...]

of the fields of human mastery, martial prowess, sexual prowess, political acumen, superior intelligence, unrivaled beauty, exists the farce of human artistry known as being a hipster. me as art is as vacant as what is considered art, a histronic endeavor to aggrandize what is not noteworthy. there is no irony, creation or stimulation, just [...]

is not the term “movie” an antiquated and witless relic of a less kinetic time? what of substance can be said of the annual gladiatorial game of motion picture performance colloquially known as the oscars? nothing, for that which lacks substance cannot be accounted for with substance any more than art can compete. nonetheless why [...]