John Shooter's Real Identity | Secret Window (Johnny Depp, John Turturro, Maria Bello)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 27 มิ.ย. 2023
- Mort (Johnny Depp) experiences a pivotal revelation regarding the true identity of John Shooter (John Turturro), the individual who arrived to mend the story.
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Following a bitter separation from his wife (Bello), famed mystery writer Mort Rainey (Depp) is unexpectedly confronted at his remote lake house by a dangerous stranger named John Shooter (Turturro). Claiming Rainey has plagiarized his short story, the psychotic Shooter demands justice. When Shooter's demands turn to threats - and then murder - Rainey turns to a private detective (Dutton) for help. But when nothing stops the horror from spiraling out of control, Rainey soon discovers he can't trust anyone or anything. A shocking psychological thriller from the writer of Panic Room, David Koepp. - ภาพยนตร์และแอนิเมชัน
One of Depp's best performances.
Originally Tyrese Gibson was going to play this part, but couldn't do it because of scheduling conflicts at the time 😊 😂.
And best movies
@@bryanferratt6598 Glad he didn't get it
@@BlackangelKatakuriThen it was Ice Cube 😄😊.
I know Mort is a full blown criminal in this scene in the movie, but seeing him being tortured by his Dissociative Personality Disorder hits hard, especially the part when he starts making sounds like a baby
I love films like this, has a Fight Club where you feel like you know what’s going on and then it turns out the person were rooting for is the hero and the villain.
"I'm gonna get a knife and cut you outta me" 😂😂😂
ppl arguing with their inner thoughts
His back and forth with himself here is hilarious, especially his practice sessions where he did impressions of Brando, Walken, and Polanski as his multiple clones.
He also quotes from "Rosemary's Baby" in regards to broken windows.
In my opinion this scene, while more compressed and as a combination of book scenes, carried this out better.
Even if you think the twist was obvious, the movie actually does a better job to conceal it than the book did imo.
Also in the book shooter doesn't come back when he finds out, he just talks to himself.
But this scene of the movie is a few scenes from the book sort of pieced together
This is so clever and atmospheric. The portrayal of this character must have taken great energy.
I love the detail that the hat is the only thing that his inner voice doesn’t mimic. It shows just how separate the “real” Mort and Shooter are, and how he’s slowly losing his hold over his mind.
That Ra! Ra! is pure gold.
Really a classic
Amazing ❤
Mort: There is no John Shooter. I never asked you invented him. Listen to me not him before it's too late.
Should've been a part 2 smh this movie was a classic
Bloody love this film
His “RAH!” sound when he panicked always gets me 😭
Seriously!!! I absolutely lost it the first time I watched. 😂😂😂😂
2:29 😂
I remember seeing in the theater great movie lol
What a great movie it even got me scared
I gotta be real with you. A good movie but the reveal messed it up.
2:20 rah rah rah
Lol
Fun Fact: Johnny Depp was actually inspired to do that by his son, Jack. At the time he was filming this, Jack was a pre-verbal toddler and he used to express his confusion by saying "rah!" repeatedly. Johnny figured Mort would be so twisted and confusion at this point, he would revert back to the state of preverble toddler.
@@abbyleach733 😂OMG I always thought Rah was an imaginary person Mort had invented just like Shooter
I cried 😂😂😂
@@abbyleach733in "Pet Sematary" Stephen King writes about little Gage's babbling and he calls Gage's talking Gagese.
what a twisted movie ❤❤❤
He’s just like me fr
😳....maybe seek therapy
Stephen King makes a lot of novels about unhinged writers. Makes you wonder.
WHY THE F did you put that hat on?
The crack in the wall reminded me of "The Fall of the House of Usher"
It's weird the fact that I know its green screen cgi depp talking to himself somehow it creeps me out all the more because that seems like a more believable hallucination. Does that make sense?
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Once upon a time there was a beautiful witch, who was a least 40 karats...pink. She was the biggest pinkie in Australia, with an icy glitter that was so pure, like the glittering ice crystals as big as a man, that litter the snow of Siberia, like windows.
She was unfortunately lodged in a crevasse, in the Northern Territories, but every man who ever saw the woman agreed that she was the biggest pink he had ever seen, and so good looking she must be a treasure they had never known before.
Her spirit or Animus, refracted so purely through the diamond of her nature that the king of her tribe killed every woman who ever tried to one-up her, in the beauty department and she grew spoiled and vain, though she seemed indomitable.
She was so valuable she grew used to everything she ever touched being her property until one day, when she was a mere 4400 years old, she accidentally stole bread, from a fellow diamondess on the left wing.
She did not think it could be true, and ate the bread. She did not know, but she had burned her hands, ever so slightly with hellfire that day, and nobody she ever met knew until they all died at the end of the era of the enormous orange elephants.
One day, millions of years later, a young man who had been moved to New York City , complained to his college lecturer that his hands were burning, although there appeared to be nothing wrong with them.
It was her descendant, a diamond hereditary line, although he had lost a valuable pink, he was known to be of their family.
They were linked you see, through their DNA in a quantum super-string sonic reality: to hurt the first was to hurt the last and every one in between, but since they were a diamond line they were well known to have a lot of zombies for their health.
Unfortunately the UCNY student was the one who was short of zombies to replace his hands , and he turned to the catholic church for succour, although he was known to have been a Jew.
Early Islamic art depicts a number of people wreathed in holy fire ,particularly soldiers on horseback, but later Christian theologians agreed that it was probably a metaphorical fire or perhaps an illusion with fairy lights.
Nobody had ever seen a holy fire, was the thing.
The preachers of New York City despaired, until the heredity of the diamond line was discovered-they were very sad their diamond boy had fallen from grace and he was the last one in town who was not damned before his 21st birthday.
Unfortunately a habit of gambling one's tuition fees had hit the students of NYC like addiction to Jolly Ranchers.
They were very good at pretending they could not see hell, and the poor young one was damned, and lived in hell, until his 34th year, where he was discovered to be innocent.
One day, another diamond line was discovered in New York City, in a foreign language that wended through the lower streets like a snake that was only visible by it's absence.
The people were afeared they would be attacked by invisible people, and they called the arch diocese ,who called the Muslims in Africa, to ask what their mystics had Seen. They said a ghost of huge wild pig was trampling through the dreams of their women and children. The arch diocese laughed because he thought the idea was insane, but the Muslim mystics said they had dispatched the ghosts of the Silver Jihadi to catch the pig and roast it for dinner, which they did.
The ghosts of the Silver Jihadi tried to telephone to congratulate the New Yorkers on the their New Diamond Line, but Tragically, there are no telephones in the land of the dead. Every so often they win zombies back up to the gold, but are ever miserable to be enslaved in gambling hell.
The mystics of New York were baffled- how could it possibly be newly perfectly clear? In fact it wasn't New at all, but descended from a hereditary line of Jewish FBI agents who had been outlawed on the white side since the 1930's. They said he was a gangster in hell. I don't know, of course, I think I worked in a cabaret.
People quite often don't remember hell. The devil worshippers say, it's because we haven't paid for it.
It Was More Like The Lack Of A Snake. Amiclare Hutton
(Inspired by the Snake Catchers of Jacksonville. Who looked quite busy.
"Red" by the Chevelles. For Seth Green
This is what happens when you let the intrusive thoughts win
These intrusive thoughts never leave a person alone.
@@anubhavjha854 I wonder if Shooter was the intrusive personality and idea, or if Mort was.
2:10 William Doe vibes..
In my eyes, this is a much more wicked hallucination scene than the one in Spider Man with Norman Osborn
I think the house represents the mind of the character because he lost it since his wife cheated on him and he was losing his sanity because of it I don't know if that makes sense
Of course that makes sense. You got it exactly right!
Davy Jones locker
still in Davy Jone's Locker.
Why'd you put it on?
I don't know.
Maybe he wanted you to.
Why would he want me to put his hat on?
Maybe he wants to....
Maybe he wants to what?
To get confused.
Oh, I'm already confused, pilgrim. Plenty confused. So don't talk to me about confusion.
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Hey I was reading Catcher In The Rye (from my mom's library) do you think his hat is better hat than your hat? Just wondering.
I was writing a novel about a crew of Depressives who are prescribed psilocybin by a hippy new age doctor , and discover even though they went crazy like people who paint murals on the side of MacDonalds they were totally actually psychic. And high.
As soon as the police discovered they were on the Woke equivalent of mushies they arrested them and they were given the death penalty by Republican hardliners. Although all their psychic predictions were true.
To get off their death sentence they consented to a Gale Wether's style Wayne Gacy sort of Manchurian brainwashing scam where they all were massively overdosed by the hippy nurse and accidentally died.
In hell, under Tennessee they discover the president communicates with the damned frequently, and they were enslaved in a Star Wars style psychic assassination crew in which every high school senior's life is at stake.
It's called "Apartheid Hush" because during African segregation most nazi crimes weren't perpetrated until the kids were all safe in school that day . Since that crimey type of brunch only jihad were really allowed to drive during the day and now they mucked it all up so they can't either. It's got this portentous stillness to it, it seems so harmless. Of course it wasn't harmless, loads of innocent women were honour killed to jihad at the very least but...no one talked about that at the time.
No, I was right about the Zombie MacDonalds theory. There's a halal shop in Johannesburg that's labeled as a hospital
The song was "Sympathetic Character" by Alanis Morrissette
Actually, the subject of hats in Novels was intriguing me, like Audrey Hale's Fred Durst hat. Unfortunately the horrible tragedy of the three teachers and three 6 year olds Audrey shot to death in Tennessee before dying ignobly killed by a redneck racist looking middle aged cop having wasted 150 rounds of ammunition.
Freaked me out but this happens
Useful points:
☆post in the country is sometimes late or erratic
☆the same might happen to the calendar
☆there's no visible security in the house
Experimental points:
☆Todd Downey might not be able to scientifically verify he was ever anything but alone his whole life
☆Todd downey's wife might be a man (no children)
☆Todd's best friend is a cop not a civilian
☆the lack of real art in the house might mean Todd Downey doesn't really live there
☆sometimes wealthy people get drugged by the staff or cartel, Todd might have a "funny" or experimental prescription, or just have lost one and not know
I'd say a catchy hook like that is worth the effort but other things can be valuable as well as cathartic climactic denouments:
In Silence of the Lambs with Jodie Foster, Doctor Lecter is listening to the Brandenburg Concertos when Clarice arrives for their second interview:
ToFrighten Clarice with his obvious wealth and cold hearted Nazi sort of fashion?
To seduce Clarice and evoke gentle memories of a former life?
Or merely to enforce that the silence is in fact under his control?
Lots of people remember The Brandenburg Concertos .ongoing after they forget lots of lines of Silence of The Lambs.
It's a very effacious piece of music.
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Perhaps a visual clue like in IT, the motif of the orange haired clown is repeated over and over: wallpaper,photos etc.
Like...if there was a gun In the room and nobody is looking at it.
Gun is a lampstand
Gun is a wall decoration
Gun is a window frame.
Gun is a telephone receiver
Gun in a vase
Gun in a kettle
Gun in a drawer
Gun in a boot
Gun over the coat rack
Gun in your bed
Gun in your waistband (or at the back)
My theoretical guess is
A. John shooter being the figment of mort's imagination may something to do with when he discovered his wife cheating on him with Ted
And B. Either John shooter and mort Rainey are same person or John shooter and Todd Downey
But hey that's just my theory and maybe I'm looking at the movie wrong
This Movie have the Same Story by hide and seek
Except this came out before Hide and Seek, and I find it much more fun than the one with Deniro.
Oh the McRobot brainwave, a genius innovation: i saw an infomercial for an Air Fryer wich looks nifty, and speedy,as well as using much less fat to cook.
So i thought the fastest option was one that included as many naturally utilised elements as could be managed.
So: i planned a staged drop-and-shunt system of numbered machines. Burgers which fall (toast-meat--cheese-toast top) from a type of slot-in tray by the Mcstaff
Then gets shunted along to 2)machine which adds any potato fries through a drop-in air fryer slot
Then the three machine for pop drinks and four for ice creams and/or any toasted desserts.
By then the customer has a bag full of yummy! The machine stickers on the way through to the cashier who delivers it as hot and as sanitarily as possible,
Potentiallg revolutionising the fast food industry into basically olympic food provision
My horror movie cliche is the opposite one to the Scream 😱 theory. It's the country lane stalker: in their movie the perps are shadowing you for ages, and they bottlenecked you in the corner store just because the aisles are narrow.
In the country you can follow someone for ages from ages back. They used to do this thing where they would corner youat the petrol station, or tailgate you until they could overtake, but basically if you're walking and the lane has high trees the setting sun would shadow one side of the whole lane. You might not hear them even if they were quite close and sometimes people do this thing where they walk their dogs on the path instead of the park (everyone knows dogs are disgusting) and their dogs are hogging up the path and suddenly you're in the road with the speeding cars and the giant lorries like "f*cking excuse me I thought I was alive"
Dastards Special song for you? Probably that "Fortunate Son" song.
I don't actually have a catch phrase ,when I was younger I had this awful paranoia that everything in my life was some part of a movie or song and basically the entire of life was a pub quiz where the first person to identify the scene wins.
I'm building a horror-comedy sketch about The Ghetto University on opposite world theory, where unlikelily, gangsters are on the money all the time.
When I got to it I had some seriously screaming meemies. My mom investigated the Italian mafia: I guess that whole good fellas thing is over fashionably. But, the troubles the US army have with the Mexican cartel really highlighted that gangsters, actually are all around us.
Mexican people seem polite in conversation. Like that Jenna Ortega. She's tiny. How scary could she possibly be?
But just because Jenna Ortega is like...a grumpy mogwai or whatever doesn't mean everyone is. I was thinking pan-gangsterly. A rainbow of gangster.
The Ghetto University sketch got out of hand. It was at the old Mission hospital in Eswatini : with the sign all rained off and the mud road and the crucifix built into the wall...I mean what could possibly go wrong, with that...?😢
Oh mine? The Rasputina cover of Bad Moon Rising. I totally knew , somehow. I had this absolute certain dread that the weather was going to be very gnarly
There are three good strands of learning in Ghetto University: The Devil You Know
The Bird In The Hand
Hating The Players, Not the Game.
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Three to avoid are:
Recipes (for disaster)
Alternative Fashion (post modern)
Cutting The Cheese. Making the Cut. Cutting the bull. Anyth8ng with the word 'cutting' in it
Once upon a time, many centuries ago, there was a small Muslim town in Africa called Meyah. They were quiet and business-oriented town ,but the mosque was the tallest tower in the municipality, and as such many travellers ventured there first when they visited , for trade or to see their families.
Once, a young man became convinced that he had been possessed by a demon, who had erased his memory while he was asleep. He mistakenly told the doctor about it
Unfortunately the doctor was a woman of science, and she didn't believe in demons, so she told the preacher he was lazy and they sent him back to work ,which was as the administration officer of a sky-scraper mall. It was brand new and everything still smelled like factory plastic.
I felt a lot of pity for the man, who kept experiencing blackouts the doctor dismissed as stress and exhaustion.
The young man thought he was insane. His initial assessment of demonic possession was of course a scripted and attested affair in the history books, but the demon was so clever, he thought to himself, that he had left no trace of his presence.
He had a look in his family's library which seemed to prove a history of demonic possession had benighted his family's soul. One he said he had a grandmother who could see hell, with one eye (it was the left) and she had made a lot of money as a psychic sooth sayer and spiritual healer, back in Asia.
The family history books spoke of a lot of sadness and loss among the Muslims during the nazi occupation ,and later of their collective fear of the now nearly extinct disease, leprosy.
That made the young man sit, up and think: he didnt want to die like an idiot of fear of the doctor so he went back and made them check whether or not he had any major diseases, which luckily, it turned out he hadn't.
. Unfortunately that left him only faced with the spectre of his own memory loss, which he feared as much as a disease.
One morning, his mother woke him hours before work, with a very serious look on her face. She told him she was very sorry, but he was dead. He was as dead as a doornail. He was ex-alive. And more than that, she was frightened of his apparent lack of awareness of thus and could he please immediately...leave. and so did, packing his capsule work wardrobe in a hard case he rolled his life down to the citizen's advice bureau , and asked how he could disabuse his mother of her terrible mistake
Nobody had any philosophical or medical recourse for the man.
Either his mother was insane, or he was. Anyway, he thoguth he'd endured enough psychological abuse and booked himself a room near the church. His mother could not accuse him of heresy, everyone knew that even if you were a holy pillar, at least the pillar was just a pillar.
Oh, what an age, he thought, at 37, to die. It was nothing really, compared to his father. Who he was sure was at least a thousand. What right had he to die so young!?
He was upset. Only his mother would have told him about any bizarre jekyll-and-hyde behaviors he evinced in his derangement, and now he was all alone.
The world was huge and full of strangers.
Oh my gosh, that totally down-home, poke-creeper yeehaa house was so fashionable in the 80's: the whole of America thought that was cool. After The Beatles went to India to school Monsoon opened in England with uber glam sort of, uber feminine glitter accents on top of the Totally Rustic Right Now!? Except in NYC which of course was like a world leader in fashions, in a star-studded pantheon NYC,London, Paris, Rome, Tokyo-it extrapolated.
I actually did a module in Totally Rustic Right Now!? And it usually comes with a totally cute cactus!? (I found one with a big yellow rose growing out of it in Texas the other day) a totally down-home six string (like in the Museums in St Louis and Arizona)
Uh huh and eat barbecue and drink cervesa
Yes! The heart of a lion!
Ohhh man, yep that’s pretty real. FML i’m confused a tiny bit right now
Shit mindfucks you, huh? 😅
Was "Lithium" by Nirvana
Twilight is either too much of a silly thing or not enough of a real thing. The issue specifically is usually Vikingymerica, which of course you know is itchy and brash and smells like liquor.
It lacks depth, i suppose although Robert Pattinson's character has all the scary smooths of a Zombie Valmont, i either wanted it to be more dramatic or less. The movie is quite well shot, you really get a feeling that some sort of seriously dire conspiracy is in direct proximity , you can feel Bella's growing isolation turning into a s*xual obsession, and her lover just feeding it like they were backstage at a show peeping through the curtains of life and Edward knows all the lines already.
The problems come from Bella's huge aching loneliness though. If only Bella had more pals. If only Forks had more diverting entertainment you know. If Bella had huge ambitions or a wild and leaping talent that made the audience breathless with anticipation. I guess there's nothing else to do.
I guess I thought he was gay. He made this joke like the first able soda spritzer in London I loled like this ^_^ you know like, Kudos on the acting
@AmiUnhinged Yes. Yes, you are. Very. Seek professional help.
Listen:about the deer. There aren't any native deer left in New York City or Washington DC huh? There's millions of people there there'd be deer as far as the eyes could see if deer was something they were supposed to eat.
It's a planted deer. It might as well be a smallpox blanket
Grapetree has special offer on nuts. But no bananas
Yeah but what if Audrey Hale isn't just a Killer: she's also a computer hacker? The thing about Midwest America is that apart from the boring, is also the repetitive.
Like... High School Football teams called "Wildcats" ? Male chauvinists don't buy cats, statistically , they buy dogs. The old saying is that "Dogs are a man's best friend" cats are for girls. Right?
Who let Audrey do that? Unless she never waited for permission.
Yeah it was old fashioned like a Stephen King Novel. I used to hate old suburbs like that , and south in Arizona. Ponder down this never-ending road like "nothing ever happens here. Nobody in the whole world would miss me..." There's this distinctly Big Brother-esque vibe to those small town. Like The Faculty in some ways: shalt play sport. Shalt go bowling. Blah blah, just go to church.
Yessir, is the only thing they want to hear.
Audrey Hale was a Cozener. She volunteers like a nazi, drives like a redneck and plays football like a Mexican
My most dangerous joker to date is the 'Point Of It All' Joker, you can only really run if someone is trying to kill you with a cliched old-timer wisdom like "it was in the blood, you see!" . They could feel it in their waters.
"It was in their jeanetics"
Etc.
So: at the end of the Bible there's only a certain number of crews remaining: the communists, the religious the jokers and the doctors.
The jokers are all in jail,if everything goes to plan and also the telepathic zombie joker which was "The Great Big Baby," zombie who's usually either in the Klan, or doing time for gambling by that time,
So the zombie hands joker rigs up El Casa Del Munecas, the Zombie Lab Assistant takes photos for global communism, and using the religous rule of Sod's law you have to psychically gamble with the screws for creations of "points"
You're looking for two point verifiers: a maker of pointy things and also a person qualified in degree quality arguments.
My least dangerous joker: testify in interpretative mime.
The zombie telepathy you can verify on the image search function. If you take a photo of your planned outfit for the next day then check to see if anyone in the whole world pasted a picture of the same outfit
My favourite joker is one of the group pieces where every ultimate title has the word "Ridiculously" in it.
Street Slang VS Old Timer Slang? Ach, "I was never one to look avgift horse in the mouth. I had to look on the bright side of the lead balloon of my day. When it was all said and done, the whole thing would come out in the wash , and if what went around came around: he was about to get a lucky comeuppance taste of his own medicine on the other side of his face.
Everything would be right as rain and no doubt about it. It was a dead cert on a long odds home run at half past crazy o'clock and he never knew if he had cut off his nose to spite his face, since it was clearly better to be the devil you knew than Johnny Come Lately,"
What the Doll House Diaries? Like a Trouble Shooting game of strategic placement? Aesthetics versus Health and Safety?
Hahaha, I tried to strategise for commonly occurring issues:
The first was Serial Killers , for which I wanted the ability to lockdown subway exits in trouble hotspots to stymie rioters and bombers.
Then: Grazing Drunks- what if the drunks are embarrassing? I started taking car-bearing roads out of residential areas to encourage them to use public transport.
Then the perils of the Great and Idiotic? Well, if school is really close they have no excuse not to attend!
It was the middle of the night and I had no candy, so I started thinking sort of wildly about really juicy orange fruit. Wow. It was just thrilling me, so I decided the Anomaly Statistic Boho Cult were fruit pickers (not too onerous ) and they lived in a little nabe of matching totally hippy bouble houses, totally one with nature yh? And a brewery. G*ddamn hippies. Their speciality is occult witchcraft in theatre and necromancy.
Next, I wanted to indulge my college lecturers and librarians so I built a college near a good number of strawberry meadows, and installed a set of bee hives to make strawberry honey. I was thrills like 😮.
Next I wanted to encourage a good work-home psychological balance so I organised an industrial centrality and sort of raying neighbourhoods that don't have anything too noisy or rumbly in the middle of the night. I was talking to my pals who also nerd dollhouses, and they said they hated going to the park in the middle of night, so I've been trying to think of way to avoid the old Murderer In A Shady Lee trap ,to which end I started programming the subway system to centre around the industrial sector rather than an omnibus type, where you have to cruise by irrelevant stops to get to town.
If there's no reason to travel through residential areas unless you live there it will be easier to spot Prowlers
A phobia English people have a lot that doesn't turn up in America? Except in New Orleans , where every other street is a church, English people fear hell. And they used to attach the cemeteries to churches and not put street lamps in so the church yards were really dark in the tree cover even if you weren't superstitious. K town is one of those pre-apartheid era towns that is organised to favour industry before aesthetics: there's a church yard near an old mental institution day centre, and no residents on the right side of the road. No cafe, no pub so to cut that right corner you have to seriously risk the dark hundred year old graveyard, and the day centre on the corner. The rest of that road is dark rec parks I hardly ever use. God knows what they get up to while we're not there. The outer rims are this suburban boring you know, statistically, newton's laws of physics were broken by a pear tree and no one saw before there was a murder there's no casual weapons lying around
Nah, Todd Downey doesn't have a prayer unless he can prove in court it was her
Phyteuma Orbiculare. Bigger than a bluebell, smaller than a dahlia.
Yes, very funny: "cubist flowers" I drew a cubist sunrise by accident I might have f*cked my perspective forever. "So: photography!"
I had the opportunity to witness Einstien's theory of gravitational lensing first hand : when a bird flew in front of the sun. I looked at the sun, somewhat able to discern it's real size through the corona. The fire seemed to pulse, totally silent spherical explosion, then seemed to be dark a half a moment, then exploded again, still totally inaudible. It's lovely and awful to have such moments alone , haha. One morning the sun was blue. I tried to get a picture: my mom deleted it
Paperback to what Purpose? What about denim blue with gold Button detail? Or...humbug candy? Lol The Big Rocky Candy Mountain? Haha I used to sing that when I was a little girl.
Lol like the Grindavik volcanic fissure with the flaming lava in gilt leaf just a bit?
Yeah, it's a creeping sort of fault line. A month ago it was the other side of the hill: before you know the cutey Eskimo houses were on fire and the tarmac all falling in the hole. Hole on fahr.
Do you remember in the Dark Tower series where Roland of Deschain loses two fingers on his right hand asleep on the beach? Guess what? I nearly burned my finger off on a hot tap last year-my ma left the immersion on and forgot to have a bath. I thought I was going to lose my finger huh? So even though i'm only up in rowdy rum and glitter soap...i'm stoked i have my fingers
Of course everyone wants all their fingers. Actually, it used to be a Triad Thing to cut portions of fingers off for cocaine debts. Or when they imagine that you owe them. Frankly they were unpopular and cocaine is unfashionable. Fingers never go out of style though
I was young when I read that. Ahh in my youth i used to think hard work would make me more valuable. Silly, I didn't know having a huge d*ck was what they really wanted
No it's great it's just a ferociously strong rum. Hoo! I thought It was cherry southern Comfort. I used to be this jerk like "No jack Daniels and COLA. and ICE,"
"you want an apple Jack?"
"No! You HEATHEN."
I'm going to call it a 'Cherry Cola Under Maritime Law'.
20th anniversary
A story that's more creepy than Sleepy Hollow? Yeah, it's a story about Crack Zombies in New York City. A number of years ago, it became illegal to wear white converse all stars except for sport, because it was considered too informal for class.
Regardless, Converse All Stars were the most popular shoe of Cold War Era New York, and it picked it's flagship models in grade school.They consigned their contracts with the shoe company to their children as inheritance upon their deaths, but at that time, the Nike Air Jordan was the MaClaren of sport shoes- it was a plastic pollutant that ran faster than Sonic the Hedgehog who had not been invented yet.White converse became, in gang culture, the symbol of the Klan. They were Krack smoking, Wise Kracking Killer Klown fans and they didn't give a damn who knew. They didn't live much longer than the other gangsters in New York city either, but for them life was prelude. They were making a Life Scrapbook of smiles to show the world, and the real show took place in Hell.
South of Sleepy Hollow is a place called Tarry Town, but was once called Starry Town, on account of All the Shoe Stars that lived there. And the neighbourhood was bigger, extending south of Yonkers nearly to Manhatten , except for a redevelopment that happened during the end of Apartheid.There were a class of White All Star wearing teen gangers in chemistry class, one morning on a bright but chilly Tuesday, and they hated school and couldn't wait to get to work, which was a Subway Hop to the other side of Town to a warehouse. In which they would never rise above the dirt line to see the sky. They were high and totally stoked, and their chemistry teacher was at her wit's end. She hadn't actually caught them smoking crack on school property, but she was sure they were so itchy and fractious she would have to call the police and talk to their parents. It was sure to be very vexing, she sighed looking out the window at them during recess at 9:45 am. One of them, a girl, was almost beautiful, a track star and a model to be sure. She had an otherworldly look as if she was regarding something no one could see. The others in her gang said she was the most powerful psychic anyone had ever met
And a b*tch a royal, gribbly, vinegar b*tch and she was always tight on the tips.
She was a New York B*tch in a model they don't have a blueprint for anymore. Probably for a good reason, but she knew, if she wasn't a model she'd be a monster chemist and a dangerous woman, and she was thrilled that a Brave New World was full of Brave New Idiots. She was the Kitty Cat, and she was after that cream.
She bossed her gang with her father's name which was Sullivan and her mother's pocketbook: which was From Tiffany's. New York was more than her Oyster, it was a cow farm.
If was Boefy Beof and she was sure her father knew she wasn't exactly a Debutante. She was a high flying star.
Dolly Sullivan was all business, and she couldn't be bothered for a her wet-end of a chemistry teacher to get to the glittery point even if she was a friend of her mother's. Bearing that in mind though, she was almost at the Hudson River before she flopped out her little glass pipe and made smoke signals to the fairies.
She saw a boat chuffing smoke stacks on ti's way north to the docks. This place is naturally haunted, she told herself. One of those hotspots for supernatural activity.
As she was thinking it, she blinked, momentarily blinded like someone had held up a mirror-except it wasn't, it was a snipe scope reflection and she hadn't even finished her next exhale when a sniper round popped her lung open and a splatter of blood fell dripping to the asphalt.
She was bummed: what a way to die, she thought. And a virgin. Sucks to be me.
Dolly's crew were furious when they found her body their down by the river, leaving the girls to cry prettily to the police they stole a speedboat and went haring off up the river to catch the killer.
He was holed up in a disued 17th century Dutch flour mill with a hexagonal roof. Everyone thought it was a creepy nabe, and he was a creepy guy for picking here to hide.
It was not far enough. They caught him, tied him up and shot him with his own gun, leaving him in the dark to not be found by the not frantic police, they took the gun and the remaining rounds to Dolly's dad's house, waiting late so they wouldn't be seen from the road.
They all knew Dolyy's death was the beginning of the end of the gang, and before high school graduated, they were all dead, mostly of crack overdoses.
They were all buried in the old Catholic cemetery near the Hudson, no one goes to except the clergy anymore. And from then one, crack smoking was banned in every school in New York City, lest the Krazy Killers think you were smoking their rock, and rise from the dead to f*ck you up.
The end.
I was listening to the soundtrack to Sinister, but before I was listening to Le Balade De La Trompeta, next to Evil Dead Rise.
Okay the Disney Pink Elephants on Parade is an old Democrat joke of yankee doodle dandies: if Big Bang Theory is accurate then, there aren't any *pink elepants* (there's an implicit mock) but basically there's no Matrix movie until 1998. Geddit?
I mean who cares about the hat. It's the idea of hat got on top of you. The role implied by the hat is interesting but it's still a hat nobody wants. So I bought a second hand edition of Twilight, it's got a photo of a crochet stripey rug in it. You reckon it's haunted?
The Catcher deerstalker is much more rude than that hat. Are you the b*tch of a hat? Hey I guess it isn't a green cap, with an orange bill!?
So sayeth the Holy Lord: "I am the Alpha and The Omega" the beginning and the end. Of the greek Alphabet where the Omega symbolises the devil, manifested oppositely to God.
In religious Christian theory, the Omega could not perceive God, was alien to God and lived an opposite life.
So in Scientology, which is like Microsoft Office Satanism ritual and the observation of witchraft is dull and banal and humdrum.
In Scientology rank is denoted by height: the penthouse hplds the prestige and genius trickles down, in theory to the less important below.
You know, in Poland in World War Two a number of Nazi soldiers tried to Parachute into Poland and died tangled in the trees above the ground, which is famously a haunted forest. In the theory, Omegans would perceive the dead nazi in a godlike aspect since it was above them. They might not even notice he was dead, because the ritual of scientology was so important and so rigidly adhered to.
Those (not so bright in the head) nazis DID die, but I'd like to warn you about placing ritual significance to height. It's facetious, nearly Freudian. Actually, the one that nailed it was the first episode of Buffy: out the back of the alley behind the nightclub, near the dumpster that's taller than her. *that* guy had a tactical advantage.
He looks like Owen Wilson.
Heisenberg wasn't original 😮
"I'm gonna get a knife and cut you outta me" 😂😂😂
ppl arguing with their inner thoughts