Artsy shit people find brilliant...You not so much.
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Forest: Sold Out
Dick Sirloin
please... stay safe
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MFJ said:
Apparently you haven't read much! But thanks anyway... 
RiA and CB: I'll send you the same stuff I sent Nate when I get back tomorrow. Howzat?
grazim
this is moon music
cthulufhtagn said:
The Harrison Ford overdub totally kills it for me, the director's cut is truly where it's at. Great soundtrack too, I'm listening to it right now.
Dick Sirloin
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Nate The Great
What would Nathan do?
Nate The Great
What would Nathan do?
Reign in Acai said:
That person/business has some of the worst feedback I've evern seen. I don't think I'll risk it.
JayKeeley
Be still, O wand'rer!
MadeInNewJersey said:
Bully was really difficult to sit through. Just too disturbing and presumably realistic.
Man Bites Dog was a hard watch too.
Nate The Great
What would Nathan do?
I don't think I've seen Bully.
Which movie was it that had the retarded guy that takes his still-born son home from the hospital? I kind of got sick from that.
Which movie was it that had the retarded guy that takes his still-born son home from the hospital? I kind of got sick from that.
lizard
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I'm looking over the Boris - Mabuta no Ura cd cards and I found this on one of the cards, and I immediately thought of you, Tully
"It has begun to rain. The boy is looking at the painting, which has been left on the veranda. Raindrops keep striking against the painting, which has now begun to melt. The blurred blue, green, and grey in the background are eating each other. The woman's idea is her deed, so the boy is just watching the watered painting are being washed away. It is melting, bleeding, swirling, outside of the window. There are a colourful shadows of umbrellas and a swirl of laughter, but there is no one on the bench. The grey tree just stands there, wet with rain, and shone by the weak sunshine. One of the paint tubes scattered on the floor strikes against his toes, when he picks it up, the colour of white emerges from the tube and drops onto his fingers, he opens the window . Raindrops are hitting against his arm. He picks up the wet painting and brings it inside to lay it on the floor on the now colourless surface a new trace of white is melting from his fingers for a moment he thinks about the airplane which he saw last night."
"It has begun to rain. The boy is looking at the painting, which has been left on the veranda. Raindrops keep striking against the painting, which has now begun to melt. The blurred blue, green, and grey in the background are eating each other. The woman's idea is her deed, so the boy is just watching the watered painting are being washed away. It is melting, bleeding, swirling, outside of the window. There are a colourful shadows of umbrellas and a swirl of laughter, but there is no one on the bench. The grey tree just stands there, wet with rain, and shone by the weak sunshine. One of the paint tubes scattered on the floor strikes against his toes, when he picks it up, the colour of white emerges from the tube and drops onto his fingers, he opens the window . Raindrops are hitting against his arm. He picks up the wet painting and brings it inside to lay it on the floor on the now colourless surface a new trace of white is melting from his fingers for a moment he thinks about the airplane which he saw last night."
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