NickGhostDrake

the serial killers...

By the way, it's astonishing how on the web there are no certainties of the real world. People online never have a well-defined structure: they transform from elegant and composed men of (apparent) culture and (apparent willingness to) dialogue, into fierce beasts on the attack. If Sigmund Freud had lived in modern times, he would have at least created a TV series, or I don't know, a Big Brother of personalities of medical interest. There is high literature in this as well: Dostoevsky himself, whom I consider my undisputed mentor, once wrote that if the lid could be removed from the sewer of human lies, the stench that would emerge would be enough to cover the entire world with a shroud and extinguish the metalheads. What an apocalyptic vision and (on the surface) so intense! I don't know about you, but if Dostoevsky had been born nowadays, he would definitely be STAY GORE.

how kind you are

pretazzo, the answer to your existential question exists, but I’ll keep it to myself, because the last time I ended up with 7 pages of brutal insults (anonymous, but since I have the right connections, in the end, there wasn’t much left of anonymous: but I remain a gentleman, so they stayed anonymous), so feel free to pass on to peggiopunk the desire for answers, I’m no longer interested in your questions. STAY BRUTAL!

I really like Inarritu; I consider him one of the best directors of recent years. "Amores Perros" is beautiful, and so is the latest "Babel." I follow him with affection, you could say. This is perhaps the best of the three, also because it has the best actors, and then Benicio Del Toro is fantastic everywhere.

It's nice how Clinic's albums, although all similar (it’s really hard to distinguish the songs), always generate conflicting opinions (at least for the few who care about them, as you rightly point out: music for a few with worn-out ears). You like Winchester Cathedral less, for me it’s the best. Although lately "Walking with Thee" beats them all, especially for the first 5 songs, truly spakkakulo... I struggle to distinguish them but I don't know why I like them more. Maybe because they are always the same song, but sadder.

I SMOKE, I DRINK, I FUCK, AND I CAN FUCKING THINK anyway! And I still haven't caught AIDS.... what luck!

But it’s really you? Weren’t we supposed to not see each other anymore? I missed you, here!

A BLACK GUY PLUS A KOREAN COUPLE. --- THE BLACK GUY: "Give me 20 D battery Special." THE KOREAN MAN: "B Dettery Sdandard?" THE BLACK GUY: "D, D Special, Motherfucker! I'll start speaking English here, all right?" THE KOREAN MAN: "B Dettery Special?" THE BLACK GUY: "D, motherfucker! I said D!!!" THE KOREAN WOMAN: "How many datteries?" THE BLACK GUY: "Twenty, Motherfucker, I said Twenty." THE KOREAN GUY: "Moderfuck me? Moderfuck you!" THE BLACK GUY: "Motherfuck me... ok man, just give me the motherfuckin' batteries, ok? Hey, hey, motherfucker, check the date, the mutherfuckin' date!" THE KOREAN WOMAN: "What?" THE BLACK GUY: "The date, motherfucker, check the date!" THE KOREAN MAN: (reading the label) "Ehm... 'The marsch'!" THE BLACK GUY: "The Marsch? What fucking marsch, motherfucker?" THE KOREAN WOMAN: "1991, expire 1991!" (putting the batteries in the bag) THE BLACK GUY: "Wait wait motherfucker... count them again, count the shit again." THE KOREAN WOMAN: "What?!?!" THE BLACK GUY: "Count the motherfuckin' batteries, motherfucker!" (the woman counts the batteries. the Korean girl, innocent and still pure, watches the scene from behind the counter, not laughing, not crying, just watching. I've always really liked this movie. As usual, to fully understand it, I recommend the original language version, because the accent of the people from New York, their inflections, their slang, is an irresistible pleasure. Great review.

kookaboora how sad you are...!