NickGhostDrake

if it’s not you, I apologize. In any case, whoever it is, they're a pathological case...

The self-vote on Debaser is the highest form of expression of free will. The best revolutions have started from a deep self-criticism...

But Flinstone (here anonymously) is Nofake? Didn't you two make peace?

No, please: keep going. You’re beautiful.

It made me laugh, Fidia... :)

hetzer, brother, if you check my reviews on films you'll realize that I never talk about the plot; I only look for any reason to encourage those who read me to be curious about watching it. I find recounting the plot of a film to be the most boring thing a human being can be forced to do.

I would say, without a shadow of a doubt, that... enough crap!

enough shit!

"ApoRcalypse now"?

Every second, 6 people die: this unfortunately makes it 360 a minute, 21,600 every hour—more than half a million a day. Among them, some baked bread, some women were housewives, some were billionaires, and others were parasites; a couple died before even deciding, and those who remained became artists. If we start from the birth of rock (let's say the '50s?) and the birth of cinema (let's say the early century?), this would give us about 55+100 years of deaths, totaling nearly a century and a half. By multiplying all this by the average years a deceased person is remembered (which varies from the immortality of invented BEINGS, to the 5 seconds of invented ALONE beings), this would result in around 545,750 possible combinations a day, each worthy of commemoration.
It's precisely for this reason that you see me every day running frantically, chased by the inevitability of fate; it’s exactly why it's not hard to find me in a corner, in an epileptic attack of ball-scratching: it's because after reading 45 million commemorations of the dead, the only fear I have left is of becoming one of them. P.S.: in 55+100 years (from the birth of rock and cinema to today), there would be about 12 billion, which is roughly double the number of those alive at this moment. Hence the famous saying: "we're all artists, if not double." I couldn't care less about Pavarotti, but if Thom Yorke were to die, it would truly make me very sad; nonetheless, in the long run, I'd come to terms with it.