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The LetterThe Letter
not of Earth, not of Heaven, not of Hell.
The Letter is a creature born from the darkness of the tortured mind.
Conceived out of insecurities and bred through madness and depression.
The worst part, there is no cure for it. There will always be a letter.
Nothing can stop it, not even Jesus himself.
Brenden M. Reviews Fish HooksBrenden M. Reviews Fish Hooks
Definition: Cathargic but with a gia.
Look people, I'm just gonna review this one as myself because of some cathargic reason but today I will be reviewing not a film, but a television series. Lets start off by talking about Disney. In the 90s, the Walt Disney Company ruled the world of animation with it's great animation, great retelling of classic tales, and great characters. Then the 90s ended and the year 2000 began, at this time 2D was dying out and computer animation was taking over. This was when Disney decided to quit the great animation crap and decided to follow the path Nickelodeon was following when they replaced all their shoes with teen bullshit.
So, since the 2000s, Disney has progressed to the point where their channel has not 1, not 2, but mostly consist of teen sitcoms. Then in 2010, a Illustrator named Noah Z. Jones [You know, the fucker you made Almost Naked Animals] decided that Disney has taken their overuse
N Review Pinocchio 3000N Review Pinocchio 3000
Well... guess he won't need me anymore. What does an actor want with a
-Jimminy Cricket Pinocchio 1940
Hello, I am N the critique. Today we will be looking at a film that is not only dull, but incredibly unsubtle. This film ladies and gentlemen is known as Pinocchio 3000. First, lets start with some history. Pinocchio was a story written by Italian novelist Carlo Collodi in a series between 1881-1883.
It was an allegorical tale about a little puppet created by a lonely pupeteer wanting to be a real boy. In 1940, it was made into the classic Disney film of the same name which kept loyal to the original story and was met with positive crital reception. Filmaker Terry Gilliam named the animated adaption as one of the best animated films ever made. In 2001, Steven Spielberg gave his own take on the classic tale with AI Artificial Intelligence. AI is about a robot boy in the future wanting to be human. It was a critical and box office succes
Thyther Reviews Mars Needs MomThyther Reviews Mars Needs Moms
Thyther's Journal 4/1/4241
Greetings all who enter my domain of thought, I am Thyther Nite, the despot of the ever expanding Nuithen empire. I lie here on on the ship NOCTE, my posture being that of a slump state as I attempt to salvage the little peace of mind I have after viewing the film I that brought me to the state of abhorrence and enmity. This film, this box office carnage goes by one no other monikor.
This film is........ Mars Needs Moms.
For you earthlings you lack of knowledge of popular culture, you may not have heard of the director Robert Zemeckis. Mr. Zemeckis is a semi-acclaimed director who made beloved classics as Back to the Future, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Forrest Gump. Being not of your world, I have never seen these films.
I only know of these films from studying Earth culture VIA this online library called Wikipedia. In recent western Earth years, this Zemeckis individual has worked on making films with motion capture. These fi
LIF Harmony Rising Part 2LIF Harmony Rising part 2
[At the entrance of the Community College, a news anchor and his team are covering the story about what has unfolded. Crowds of students are walking out of the auditorium as the anchorman speaks.]
Anchorman: This was the sight earlier today as Nobel Prize Winner Victor Sentorini was expecting a welcoming speech in his honor. What he got, however was a musical insult from a local convict/drunk who goes by the alias Master Shake. A student named Jonesy Garcia was to originally give the welcoming speech. This was interrupted by Shake who proceeded to kick Jonesy off the stage and talked about his time in prison and how it related to the time Sentorini's spent in a Cuban prison. He then started playing Rubber Bullets by the group 10cc. Sentorini stormed off while saying in Italian "You Michigan people are all fucked up." He could not be reached for comments.
[Wyatt, Jude, and Jonesy walked out of the college.]
Wyatt: You okay man?
Jonesy: I've been through worse.
N and Company Review Delgo for 200th watchN Review Delgo
[Rainbow Dash, Pepper Clark, Skips, Robot Default, Marceline, Eddy, Dipper and Mabel Pines, Frylock, Dan, Johnny C., and Kahuna all wake up in a derelict movie theater.]
Rainbow Dash: [Waking up] Where are we?
Pepper: One minute I was getting the mail, the next I wake up next to Eddy.
[Eddy is still asleep. He then wakes up]
Eddy: [Wakes up and looks over his surroundings] Where are we?
Robot: This looks like something out of a SAW movie.
Frylock: Hey, whoever did this, I'm gonna kick your ass.
Johnny: This place looks like my basement.
Rainbow Dash: Dan, come out. I know your behind this.
[Dan rises out of his seat]
Dan: Hey Dash, I had nothing to do this.
Skips: This place looks like the abandoned theater in Mount Pleasant.
Mabel: Is there at least a snack bar?
Skips: Snack bar? This place has been closed for five years.
Marcaline: It at least has lighting.
[Dipper looks around and notices several green Ns.]
Dipper: I think I know who's behind this.
[N wakes up and ris
Cosas de la vida - Respeto parte 3Cosas de la vida - Respeto
(Historia basada en hechos reales)
Últimamente he analizado mucho esta frase:
¨No le hagas promesas a una chica si sabes que no puedes cumplirlas¨
La primera vez que la escuche fue proveniente de un videojuego, chistoso saben, es interesante ver que cuando eres niño ignoras muchas cosas de la vida y simplemente no las comprendes del todo, pero ahora cada vez que volteo a ver mi pasado no dejo de pensar en la absoluta verdad de esta frase.
Me quede parado en el salón como zombi por un momento, de repente mi cerebro se había desconectado del mundo exterior para poder concentrarse solamente en aquella persona que se retiraba en brazos de la psicóloga, tan llena de tristeza que hasta lo desbordaba con sus llantos, nunca pude soportar verla en esa condición, al perderlas de vista fue en ese momento cuando mis neuronas revivieron logrando que mi cerebro reaccionara, muc
For everyone.This is not my work. This is the final speech by Charlie Chaplin from the movie The Great Dictator. I just felt that this needs to be shared as much as possible.
I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us c
Insomia Part 3There isn't as wonderful and as destructive as two words put together. Nothing drives a man into insanity of such hope and regret all the same time. But it is there. There to entice and to despise one's choice. Onto my notes, on this sleepless nights, I continue on what was there and what I have.
"What if" What if I go left instead of right? What if she wasn't impulsive enough to let me have a chance? What if I wasn't impulsive enough not to punch that break wall. I hate those two words put together and nothing aches more than that regret. It shows on my notes, it shows on my words and if my papers could bleed back then, I would see only a red mark on what I am reading now. Instead not even the tear stain are left. Nothing but the words and my memories are left on what have happened.
I should have known. Maybe I thought her friendliness was more than just being friendly. Why did I have thought I was special? I don't know. But she didn't told me otherwise. She didn't invalidate what I f
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Autumn: A memoryHome: it's autumn, my son is just born, giving time for me to be ready next season, when I'll go into heat again. We have bid farewell to the ancestral spirits, welcoming the land resting and gorging on the sweet fallen fruits while we still can. My cubs play not far from my den, out of sight but safe in the middle of Clan territory. There are few dangers for them to find even in the Wilds, though accidents happen. They play chase with other cubs; I can feel their joy, my daughter's healer instincts to care for the young brother that only recently mastered his physical aspect. We are one. I sense others connected to their playmates in yhe same manner. We are Clan and all is one. The creatures celebrate the land sleeping with us, many beginning to mate, others sleeping themselves, more who feast on these last treats. Those with the talent have just returned from a hunt, my Mate among them. My mother, preparing me to use my own skills, notes the way I sense the energies of Clan and home
A Change of Fate Chapter 8: Fates dream Part 4They soon stumble upon 2 doors
Both doors had knockers but no handles
Stella: how are we supposed to get through?
she wondered aloud
Door knocker 1: ITS VERY RUDE TO STARE!
Stella: oh I'm sorry!
she steps back
The other knocker tries to speak with its ring in its mouth
Stella: I can't hear you.
She took the ring out of his mouth
the door asps in relief
Door2: oh it feels so good to have that out!
Door2: as I was saying. Don't talk to him he's deaf as a post!
Door1: MUMBLE MUMBLE MUMBLE! YOUR A WONDERFUL CONVERSATIONIST!
she is confused
Door 2: you can talk but all you do is moan!!
they start to argue
Door1: ITS NO GOOD! CANT HRAR YOU!
Stella plays referee
Stella: where do these doors lead to?
they answer her
Door2: search me where just the knockers
Stella: well then how do I get in?
they both answer at the same time
Both: knock and the door will open.
Stella: which door?
Door2: doesn't m
Crazy Phone ThreatTonight, I'm taking everything you have.
Your TV, your car. If you got a wife.
Say goodbye for the last time; because she's mine!
Insomia Part 4Denial suddenly kicks in onto many forms to ease the pain. To ease the pain of what they say is unrequited love, but denial has a way of hiding the truth from oneself. I have denied it. I denied that there was something wrong, that all of these sleepless nights are just part of my mental fragility onto the stress of the words that I've held. But looking on to my notes, even back then they told me I was lying to myself. I was as the song goes. "A great pretender"
Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing has happened. It is business as usual. All of these thoughts were on my head. But my feet got a little spring in them. Maybe this is the time where I don't end in the tragical part of the story. This might be my chance to have my own happy ending. But no, don't give too much hope. Hope against your heart's hope that she has answered what you have asked. Besides, she was the one who first told you. So what if you almost broke your knuckles to that brick wall? It was just a small payment for a
Life of N: Clare Blues pt. 1[N is writing his novel.]
[Monologue] I've been writing this damn thing all night. I will admit that although writing isn't the highest form of art, it is better then most of the things crackheads make these days. [N looks at the clock and see's it's 7:30AM] Well, my day begins as it always begins.
[N walks out of his apartment.]
Feels good to finally be off that freakin computer.
[N walks through the streets of Clare, Michigan while Piano Man by Billy Joel plays. He finally reaches Rocko's house. He knocks on the door. Rocko answers the door.]
Hey Rocko, hows Spunky.
He's still asleep.
[Walks in] Once again pulled an all nighter just to write more pretensions science fiction garbage. Is this really my life?
Depends, I guess.
The bright side, after two whole days I am finally finished. So, what have you been doing lately?
You know, work.
I see, [sits on his couch] did you find a new job?
Yeah, I now work at the Seven Eleven here in town.
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