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so-so docudrama timeline about fin de siecle hollywood, revisiting themes from 1950's america.
david lynch was the auteur responsilbe for drawing attention to these characters lives
lingering doubts fog the air having watched this contribution to the milieu of pop culture, physically, as whilst indulging in this fact based romcom the viewer is likely to have smoked at least as many fags as the auteur smoked during the realisation of the timeline.
if you missed it, or for moreinformation mulholland drive may be repeated on a late-night broadcast, then you too can ask yourself, is that what it's like, i mean really like. on the otherhand, or you could just give it a miss
the one thing that we can rely on for now and forever. the corner-stone of any satiating (vicarious or otherwise) routine. trust moke.
household moke, ordinary moke, everyday moke. you know man, you know? moke just just moke. not a novelty. moke.
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iff 'if's the middle word in life,'
life without the f-word's a lie,
=>realise i'm an affront to language, a-shag me now.
poet warlord *surreptiously; cravenly eyes tub of marge*
one of many options checked for use in heavy industry, the bastard is the medium to heavy humble servent to the masterkraftsman of the shop floor. known and renowned for takes the edge off of unagreeable finish,mark you watch that bastard shunt.
Proper noun. colloq. entirely engrossing work of fiction to which one costanzas
goods: busy week?
witch's familiar: costanza. Got some Hegel down.
goods: please do not text or email.
witch's familiar: Sound
the political equivalent of shitting out a blinding hangover. following a time of riley disinhibition, puritans lord inhibition and the implementing of such policy brings on headaches for all. however, cancelling was needless tonight, as a massive, extended and all round boon to all restoration descended.
having retreated back to the bolt-hole ceremoniously i commemorate upon the throne and restoration process ensues
warning: clandestine!!1one!
the dying words of Alec Trvelyan to his friend James, at a facility somewhere over Siberia way, somewhere round there.
'Dying' a misnomer? No. Since giving sound to this clause Trevelyan becomes dead to James, and when he comes back at the park of crumbling stakhonovites he is vitally scarred facewise, his inner turmoil is the big revealed.
At the park Alec T. is in a place where he has had all Hull visisted upon him, alot, ok some of it anyway, all he could ever ask for.
Go ahead James, finish the Job, blow them all to Hull:
Literary masterchef screenwriter to bond, stews a reference to Ted Hughes, and all that spent quaint