Oh bliss. Bliss and heaven. Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest spun heaven mettle. Or like silvery wine floating in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slushed, I knew such lovely pictures.
December 6, 2010
November 17, 2010
No TV and no beer make Homer something something.
November 3, 2010
The true star of any Kubrick film is Kubrick.
