Hello. I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
So, either existence precedes essence, or I stay on Lexapro.
For me, the unsettling nature of the trailer is the big-budget beauty of a mythology growing out of low-fi, punk-rock Ozsploitation sci-fi campiness. This balances beautifully with an utter dearth of Mel Gibson, creating an artistic tension that will, one hopes, allow us to forget the word "Ozsploitation."
On Man Vs. Word
By contrast, absorbing content through speed eating is a proven fact.
They misspelled the history gland they're touching.
I'd never even heard of Hobby Lobby until this came down. More importantly, I didn't know you could buy a disembodied doll face, and now need a gross of them. Those thing are going on everything! Make everything creepy!
Seriously, how is "fisting" not on there?
Look, FWIW, I'm willing to text anybody's mom about anything, at anytime. I'm there for you. And your mom.
I don't care about the ebb and flow of urban population tides. What really disturbs me is that photo. What the hell is that?? It looks like a boiled, gangrenous thumb, served on a bed of Gowanus effluent, and drizzled with fire coral.
@hershmire Yes, 9 million people do carry a great deal of urine. And there are what - 3? - public toilets for all of us?
I'd be perfectly happy for a rope-tow from Flatbush to Redhook.