movie madness and mush for brains, millions of em
i dont know. someone asked me why do we have to grow up. i saw xmen, number three, and everyone who knows me, knows that i might have talked a little in the theater. just a little... there are some that say... no, shut up and watch the movie, let the only thought process be, blink... popcorn... sip... burp... a little drool on the corner of the mouth... blink... chew... see, im from the old school, those days in which a director was dependant on the honest feedback of the audience. those were the days, tomatoes hitting target, boos, chants, getting up and stomping out, making a scene, creating an uproar. because those were the days when people had the poetic license to say, this sucks ass. do you know what i mean? in other words, if a director delivers poop on screen, i have a right to say something... dont i? im coming off strong, and i know i get out of hand, and i do try to control myself out of the molded model of courtesy and respect for others... but sometimes, i think its a crime to sit awe struck at garbage... its a big ol poop cycle, in and out. i look around at the images casting hues on the whites of eyes... blink... chew... burp... mmmm... more salt... burp... blink. and what have we lost through film. i love film... i love going to the movies. thats what i have to say... im annoyed at annoying my fellow movie neighbors. those that turn off thought process and watch the pretty lights for an hour and half. okay okay... done.
long days and pleasant nights.
long days and pleasant nights.