Okay - I know I am brilliant at stating the obvious so bear with me as I launch into doing so with great fervor once again.
What is up with all the movie redundancy?!?!?!
I mean it.
Seriously.
What
The
FUCK?
I know the movers and shakers that be have just run shit outta ideas and all but there has got be something, anything else to make 2 hours worth of craptastic goodness for the mass majority that can be devised by collective idiots with the money and the contracts.
Here's the thing oh super-power highness with the head up your ass...this shit wasn't that cool the first time around. And - from what I've seen in my short 37 years around this joint - making shit try to smell better a second time around hasn't actually panned out to date.
It is so fucking frustrating to watch this bland protoype of the successful supposed artiste who has made their way onto CRIBS by either pimping themselves like a commodity through every potential advertising and media venue known to mankind or by eating some ground up cockroach wang or by being the proverbial "slut" on the latest reality show who will hop onto every subesequent reality pimpertunity in an effort to keep extending those fifteen minutes OR by marrying an ancient old man and publicly capturing every moment of personal morphing into fat and crazy only to morph into svelte and crazy but still dumb as dirt and frighteningly inbred. I suppose I just really miss the caliber of class and "star" that was manifested through such icons as Bogie, McQueen, Hepburn, Bacall, Bergman, Peck - arghhh...the list is endless. Maybe I wouldn't be so pissed off if it was The Simple Life starring Rita Hayworth and Veronica Lake. Somehow I can swallow their respective successes and even applaud them for it - they deserve it - they worked for it.
Anyway - all this being said - why exactly the fuck aren't I rich and famous yet ???
I mean, really.
We, as a couple, are the proposed photo albums of our generation but all our pictures are sitting in boxes under the basement stairs.
(I mean that figuratively of course - or maybe not so much - I think all of our pictures actually are in exactly that place)
We have got to get our shit in gear.
Even if no one listens to us, or agrees with us, or finds us particularly awe inspiring - we'll have the collage of our combined art through festered insanity as our legacy.
Or maybe we should just go smoke some pot.
It's a toss up.
What is up with all the movie redundancy?!?!?!
I mean it.
Seriously.
What
The
FUCK?
I know the movers and shakers that be have just run shit outta ideas and all but there has got be something, anything else to make 2 hours worth of craptastic goodness for the mass majority that can be devised by collective idiots with the money and the contracts.
Here's the thing oh super-power highness with the head up your ass...this shit wasn't that cool the first time around. And - from what I've seen in my short 37 years around this joint - making shit try to smell better a second time around hasn't actually panned out to date.
It is so fucking frustrating to watch this bland protoype of the successful supposed artiste who has made their way onto CRIBS by either pimping themselves like a commodity through every potential advertising and media venue known to mankind or by eating some ground up cockroach wang or by being the proverbial "slut" on the latest reality show who will hop onto every subesequent reality pimpertunity in an effort to keep extending those fifteen minutes OR by marrying an ancient old man and publicly capturing every moment of personal morphing into fat and crazy only to morph into svelte and crazy but still dumb as dirt and frighteningly inbred. I suppose I just really miss the caliber of class and "star" that was manifested through such icons as Bogie, McQueen, Hepburn, Bacall, Bergman, Peck - arghhh...the list is endless. Maybe I wouldn't be so pissed off if it was The Simple Life starring Rita Hayworth and Veronica Lake. Somehow I can swallow their respective successes and even applaud them for it - they deserve it - they worked for it.
Anyway - all this being said - why exactly the fuck aren't I rich and famous yet ???
I mean, really.
We, as a couple, are the proposed photo albums of our generation but all our pictures are sitting in boxes under the basement stairs.
(I mean that figuratively of course - or maybe not so much - I think all of our pictures actually are in exactly that place)
We have got to get our shit in gear.
Even if no one listens to us, or agrees with us, or finds us particularly awe inspiring - we'll have the collage of our combined art through festered insanity as our legacy.
Or maybe we should just go smoke some pot.
It's a toss up.
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
brookelynne:
Well...you could always burn one, then write some...no? 
samanthakayne:
fuck pot. it promotes ambivalence and apathy, imho. take a nap. then wade back into the ass-kicking.