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. *what the hell happened, how did television become more entertaining than cinema? how?! ah... primarily it's the whole binge effect... but... this is us discovers mundane **** and yet... it's enthralling, perhaps the cocktail of very impressive juxtaposition of past and present... it's engaging because of that, esp. for people with short attention spans.. personally? i don't mind the disorientation, very much akin to the t.v. series: sharp objects... which is probably why the genre of still life, in terms of painting is dead twice over and not even, remotely equivalent to rolling in it and screaming like a banshee... it's not... modern cuisine has killed still life... namely? paul cézanne is dead... the whole: fruit bowl, glass and apples, "thing"? with what moderns express their culinary skills? and how a Michelin star restaurant presents a dish? **** me... edible art... more importantly, the former observation... television has managed to **** off cinema... wherever they are, i'm pretty sure it's not Hollywood... cinema is dead, and dead in the sense: not even steak dead, something you could eat... dead as in decomposing dead, gangrene flesh.* .                every single time...    the groove is just too good... come nighttime you'll probably find me dancing a deserted night avenue... yeah, white boy dance... who would have thought?! i thought that white men can't either jump, or dance... angry in youth, resentful in old age...     no, i'm not jealous about some Arab harem... don't have the ******* stamina... but whenever      foster the people's song pumped up kicks, my mind doesn't listen, and my body reacts, chooses to mingle with the rhythm, even sitting down,   the pigeon walk... dum dum dum... blah  blah... and a few minutes later -   the dance? something akin to that famous Pulp Fiction dance of: girl... someday you're gonna be a woman and...     mr spastic fantastic riddled by an epileptic episode? somehow my pelvis becomes detached from the body, and does a comet orbit... the song gets me...    every single time.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
every single time
. *what the hell happened, how did television become more entertaining than cinema? how?! ah... primarily it's the whole binge effect... but... this is us discovers mundane **** and yet... it's enthralling, perhaps the cocktail of very impressive juxtaposition of past and present... it's engaging because of that, esp. for people with short attention spans.. personally? i don't mind the disorientation, very much akin to the t.v. series: sharp objects... which is probably why the genre of still life, in terms of painting is dead twice over and not even, remotely equivalent to rolling in it and screaming like a banshee... it's not... modern cuisine has killed still life... namely? paul cézanne is dead... the whole: fruit bowl, glass and apples, "thing"? with what moderns express their culinary skills? and how a Michelin star restaurant presents a dish? **** me... edible art... more importantly, the former observation... television has managed to **** off cinema... wherever they are, i'm pretty sure it's not Hollywood... cinema is dead, and dead in the sense: not even steak dead, something you could eat... dead as in decomposing dead, gangrene flesh.* .                every single time...    the groove is just too good... come nighttime you'll probably find me dancing a deserted night avenue... yeah, white boy dance... who would have thought?! i thought that white men can't either jump, or dance... angry in youth, resentful in old age...     no, i'm not jealous about some Arab harem... don't have the ******* stamina... but whenever      foster the people's song pumped up kicks, my mind doesn't listen, and my body reacts, chooses to mingle with the rhythm, even sitting down,   the pigeon walk... dum dum dum... blah  blah... and a few minutes later -   the dance? something akin to that famous Pulp Fiction dance of: girl... someday you're gonna be a woman and...     mr spastic fantastic riddled by an epileptic episode? somehow my pelvis becomes detached from the body, and does a comet orbit... the song gets me...    every single time.
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Sep 28, 2018
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