I wish it never found me
A straightforward domino effect into the sphere of vacant mental faculties, tickling that sensitive spot of disbelief as to how are we expected to consume such bogus cinema. Obviously by sitting on our heads whilst absorbing all of this through our rectal gateways. Fortunately such practice offers a quicker release from ones system than the other way around.
#Clogged ππ¬
Dek the Predator starring as Dominic Toretto
The equivalent of sneezing and accidentally vaporizing your cojones with a Plasmacaster. Some will argue that castration equals humanization, and verily so if you're an eunuch. Others will lament that -- nowadays pedestrian -- toxic masculinity is a no-no, but the problem does not lie in the attempt to make the Predator franchise more heartfelt (since comics already reached there), but in asininely remythologizing a firmly established formula and debilitating it with nowβ¦
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Dedicated marketing created a domino effect of expectations, leaving one to either board the hype train, or remain at the station perplexed. Few of the brave ones will rush towards the controversial locomotive, head-on.
An ostentatious rug pulling, done in such a comatose way that it's hard to lose balance, especially if procedural tedium knocked you into a horizontal position already. It is sporadically tolerable in its implication of a proper meaning,β¦
π©Έ Bob the Builder becomes a budget facial reconstruction surgeon π©Έ
A glass of diarrhea served with the allure of a fancy drink, every inch of your body is alarmed to the upcoming taste but the brain falls victim to all the hypnotic kitsch. Or perhaps, the type of fecal dumping you step into with your big clown shoes, introducing the odor to your nostril out of morbid curiosity once assured there are no witnesses. No shaming here, I scatβ¦
