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What can I say. I've been cruising this past week. I've been keeping a low profile, keeping my fucking nose clean and staying out of trouble. That's my plan for the next few days. I want to stay out of the light and dwell in the darkness for a week so that I can't be found, or at least found by a scant few. Why? Because life is pain, and the more of it you try to live the more of it you'll get. How about that?
I can't stop writing poems and exercises about my father. I think I might end up writing a book of poetry to him if this keeps up, but what can I say. I'll miss him. I'm not too much of a man to say I love my father. So what do you want me to do, stay stoic and tough, keep the stiff upper lip before everyone and not cry if he passes. I don't think I can do that. I don't think I'm that hard inside. In fact, I am, or I strive to be more sensitive. Maybe I succeeded too well. Maybe I've made myself just soft enough that the passing of my dad is going to be a clear hurt. If so, BULLY for me! I want to feel pain when he goes, and do you know why? Because life is pain.
Well, what can I say to you. To get things off my mind, I like to do two things, drink and watch movies. I don't drink as often as I used to, but just think, my father is dying, so give me a fucking break. I know there are a lot of people out there that think I should stop. Well, honestly, so do I. But in the coming weeks, stand back. I'm not in the mood for being Mr 'Do the right thing'. I'm Mr ''I'm mad as Hell'. So what do angry people do when they are mad as hell? They go to movies.
My brother was nice enough to treat me last night to SUCKER- PUNCH. I have to tell you, the minute that I saw the coming attractions to that damn film, I knew that I wanted to watch it. Then I saw the poster about the film and it was a wrap. If you ever seen the poster, let me describe it to you. Four women, dressed in skintight vinyl with big ass guns and big assed hardware. These bitches even used a home made Fuel Air Explosive. Now if that shit isn't kickass, I don't know what the fuck is.
There is nothing as bad assed as women heavily armed and scantily clad, and these four mother fuckers took the damn cake. Not only were they bare assed during chores, they were bare assed fighting 20foot Samurai, armies of Nazis and Orcs, scores of androids. These girls were pitted against everything save dinosaurs, which would have topped the charts in my book, as if in the end they were battling velociraptors. Now that would have taken the proverbial cake.
Here's the problem, and you don't have to worry about any spoilers here, if you haven't seen the movie. I won't give anything away but the obvious. If you saw the coming attractions, then you've seen all of the above. What the problem was unlike in BITCH SLAP, where you KNEW that there wasn't a point to the movie other than being insipid, only to be turned around and lost in a complex maze of deceit so deep that you needed a road map, a compass and a GPS to find your way out of it. SUCKERPUNCH is definitely the weakest, stupidest plot you will ever watch. I'm not kidding. To be on the top of the world with so much good stuff, HOW can you fuck this up? Sorry to tell you that the plot was just a vehicle for some spectacular special effects. I mean, you mix sex and violence so closely, with nearly non stop action and you've got a volatile mix of death and destruction. You even have some serious problems with superhuman women who can take blows with weapons that would kill a horse.
But what can you say. We were so disappointed with the film that when we left we went and got a beer. Let me tell you, chasing a pint of vodka with a pint of beer, and you have a volatile mix there too. We left, talking and bullshitting all the way to the subway station. I got home and tried to eat and watch some set, but I couldn't stay awake any longer. Sleep overcame me and off I went to a land where girls in skintight vinyl use heavy artillery and wiped out armies of soldiers. And I? Well I was the guy passing them their ammo.
Hobobob
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