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Dear, the ole snaggled-tooth American Louise, before the pubescent braces, indulging in figures of Cloakroom Consumerism, gripping her tongue betwenst her teeth while combing the shiny, synthetic hair of the figure product of Mass Marketed Consumerism, her cheeks expand into little hemispherical balloones; and then

Somehow it intolerates little busts like this one to waddle like a duck in an attempt to express disdain for Christianity when a gawddamned straight pissing on a statue of the Fatima would do, yes?— as if "Good Christian Bitches" were an anagrame for "Go Do Christian Bitches". Ha, the ole hackneyed, sitting-down while

Why are these gawddamned masked men those parading around in this "Post-Apocalypse" for us as saviors? as if females, who after they have just gotten told off for not having supper ready for their men arriving home after a hard day at work, were to wear muslin dresses that were to remain defiantly frilly in spite of

First comes fairytale, then comes tragedy when it comes to love in this world. BUT both are relative, aren't they? when there is Context. Say, for instance, in the intercourse of text through the by-ways of this inter-web, you may not silence her or him with a few extemporary quotations, but in the inter-personal you

Power, helplessness, Hollywood, and "truth"
 
 
Yes, one is always not at ease making instantaneous decisions regarding the disposition of small pieces of film with a vigor and clarity that one's old dissolute self would have viewed with amazement and ALSO derision. Where once the old up-start roared dangerously through

"Us chicks really love a sense of humor. But he still wouldn't make my list."

The ole secular sluggard: To equate a low-hanging fruit as a testicle sack of the old— a lynching of supra non-testicle if you will. Yet, the quill pen of the secular have no gonads, not even the gawddamned testicular fortitude to delicately state that HOMOSEXUALITY IS NOT BIOLOGICALLY APT. Of course these gawddamned

Ha, you gawddamned actuate puppy. Even feigned innocence is not the prerogative of puppies, and far less jet streams and fixed fronts, WHICH HAVE NO PREROGATIVES IN THEMSELVES! The gawddamned human preception of the idiom of eternity— where God does reside— as if "I'll be with you soon" is but wait from a

Concerning weight-loss programs and its wherewithal to endorse itself as such,
 
Hume denied alot of the things, but more significantly he denied the existence of an absolute space, in which each thing has its place. Which brings me to this: When children see in other other chidren who are weighty with mocking irony,

Ha, there's no gawddamned humanity in cinema anymore. If it's not extravangance of this and extravangance of that, it's glorification of this and glorification of that. Hell, that Bergman— that venerable humbug was not really a philosopher; but at least he was the cause of philosophy in others— CAUSE HE KNOW AS MUCH

You're not far off: It's only within that 24-hour period when that dubious sense of a new comradeship and comfort is the least bit acknowledged. Let's be fair here to The Devil Inside, thereby conceding to Freud a little, Satan's root has always been isolation rather than communality, contrary to what the seculars

Of course most of male hedonists would like to be thought of as the kind of man who has a lot of women. But take such fellows as a whole, there are few enough of them one would wish to be at all like. So in this particular case, the prioritizing of the self before the heart, and then the heart before- which I believe

A very dear fellow of mine during sessions for his first film once remarked when I was a young man working behind him that female actors, in themselves, are like those lines of Swinburne WANDERING WATERY SIGHS WHERE THE SEA SOBS ROUND PROMONTORIES. In interpretion, FEMALE ACTORS ARE TREMENDOUS AT BEING AWFUL. In fact,

The strong disposition in the America-borned Americans for the faux-Dystopian anxiety, from which they never escape, to suppose that everyone else is having a more enjoyable time than they themselves; and yet, for some reason, as I moved onwards to their towns in which they lived, at least they have not misappreciate

THIS CELEBRATORY INCLINATION OF SWAPPING INTIMACY— Of course this modern notion of  the "unexpected" drift of intimacy from the sanctity of marriage, as if the female entailed in said sanctity was enbalmed in the mind of, say, husband— or whichever male involved— that his sudden sense of knowing her at all at once

If only He would give him the strength to go on, eh? "HAHAHAH". You're a bumbler, yes? I reckon if the Throne of the Almighty— the First of the Trinity— was being visited upon you, you would silently mumble your prayers as if you were being smitten with God's punishment because your own had flouted Him— akin to an

"I Hate My Teenage Daughter"
 
Usually when one expresses disdain for pubescent females— whether they're of own stock or not— one usually sees this sect of females as a projection of thankless labor and unsatisfied ambition, even more so than in their adult forms, as if their budding adult forms are just idle forms of

"Tarkovskys_former_AD - writes the posts by putting together pieces of refrigerator poetry."
 
 
"refrigerator poetry," yeah? Who could believe salvation was only reserve for the gluttons nowadays huh? At least with the disciples, when Bread was broken, there was no breather. The disciples turn into the early Christians

"Wow, I thought you were banned or something. Admit it, you missed us!"
 
 
Gawddamned poor lamenting wet sponge. Of course it is somewhat daunting to convince invalids of your calibrated naivete that everyone does not look at the world as if it were arranged with them at its center; and not realizing that, in your eyes,

"whether…films are unfair to Christianity [?]"
 
 
Yeah, what highlight reel. You see, even children see the lives around them with mocking irony. Philosophically, they believed that WHEN WE CANNOT BE DEADPAN, WE SHOULD BE SILENT. You people and your neat little grunts— ha, such waste of time would prove to you easily