Oh, look at this beauty....!
("Batman - A killing joke", by Alan Moore & Brian Bolland.)
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Thoughts on Deadpool
While watching Deadpool, and after watching it I had some thoughts about it. So, I decided to write them down...!
(not in order)
Here we go:
* No...! Not the unicorn!
* Guys, just go for the girl! She might be into you after all...!
* That "four to five moments" philosophy seems good.
* Stewart of course...!
* Oh, it's always pleasant to hear and watch X-Men!
* Appearance is not everything.
* You're a good man, Colossus. I can see what Shadowcat finds in you.
* In contrast we trust
(all these action scenes with romantic comedy type of music on the backround, the combination of funny and unhappy moments).
* Even in chaos there is beauty (a.k.a. ending scene).
* Oh, I think that almost everyone would want a boyfriend/girlfriend who would be so matching with him/her, that it would seem like they were specially made with a computer.
* You can be Deadpool-cool only if you don't take yourself too seriously.
* Raise your glass if you're wrong in many ways & let's drink to that!
* One of the most romantic ending scenes ever
(they were getting each other and that's a great deal)!
* Oh, you just read my thoughts about the absence of more X-Men in the movie!
* That knife stuck in his head... (haha)!
* Rated R was a little bit too much I think.
* Yes, "Deadpool" is a romantic movie after all (in a certain way it is)!
Friday, February 26, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
"The soup" (a gory story)
I was walking into a big forest one night. The light of the moon was faint, but I was managing to find my way through the trees. Everything around me seemed black. And maybe it was. After all I couldn't see so well.
At some point I found myself in front of a small house. It looked like a cottage, but again, there was not enough light to be sure. I knocked on the door. An elderly woman opened it and she let me get inside.
The small cottage was basically one room, full of candles that colored the space with yellow and red shades. It was dinner time. The table was set and the woman's husband and son were already sitting, ready to eat the tomato soup she had prepared for them. She told me to have a sit and I sat next to her son. He was about forty years old. I wasn't hungry, so I just sat there waiting for he family to eat their soup. It smelled pretty good. The kind of comforting smell of a hot homemade meal!
But suddenly, someone burst into the house! Probably a man, as I could understand from his built. He was covering his face with a hood. He quickly went behind the son's back, he took out a gun out of his pocket and he put right next to the son's head. I was sitting next to him frozen, not being able to move or even speak. The man pulled the triger. The bullet made such a big hole in the son's head. His brains started spilling out and falling piece by piece into the soup, on the plate in front of him. But, he wasn't dead yet! He picked up the spoon and filled it with soup. The soup that moments ago was filled with his own brains. I tried to open my mouth and tell him to stop, not to eat it, but I just couldn't!
He raised his hand, put the spoon inside his mouth and swallowed.
I managed to finally open my mouth and say only two words: "No, don't!". But it was too late.
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