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I didn’t watch the third one until last year, because of all the things I heard about it. It took me that long to muster up the courage to watch it.  When I did, I was crushed. I felt like a best friend had betrayed me. The final fight with all the agents? Possibly the stupidest moment in film history. I was honestly nauseated watching it.  The second film wasn’t nearly as bad as the third.  As far as I’m concerned, because of all the destruction it caused, “Revolutions” is the worst movie of all time.

I didn’t watch the third one until last year, because of all the things I heard about it. It took me that long to muster up the courage to watch it. 

When I did, I was crushed. I felt like a best friend had betrayed me. The final fight with all the agents? Possibly the stupidest moment in film history. I was honestly nauseated watching it. 

The second film wasn’t nearly as bad as the third. 

As far as I’m concerned, because of all the destruction it caused, “Revolutions” is the worst movie of all time.
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I’ll never forgive the Wachowski brothers for those horrible sequels—especially the third one, which was the very definition of horrible. “The Matrix”, the original, is possibly the best American film of all time, and, if not, it’s certainly the best piece of science fiction, of any medium, that has ever been produced. I can’t believe it’s already 10 years old. If were to watch it today, for the first time, and someone told me that it came out in the same month as “Inception”, I would believe it.

I’ll never forgive the Wachowski brothers for those horrible sequels—especially the third one, which was the very definition of horrible.

“The Matrix”, the original, is possibly the best American film of all time, and, if not, it’s certainly the best piece of science fiction, of any medium, that has ever been produced.

I can’t believe it’s already 10 years old. If were to watch it today, for the first time, and someone told me that it came out in the same month as “Inception”, I would believe it.
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“No, no, no! A psychopath kills for no reason, I kill for money.” - Grosse Pointe Blank

“No, no, no! A psychopath kills for no reason, I kill for money.”

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Grosse Pointe Blank
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“ While I’m rarely inclined to listen to the birds anymore, I remember driving back to Brooklyn, enveloped in their charming guitars, and how—in the wake of my meeting with R—I was filled with relief and regret, sensing that I had witnessed the end of my youth, along with a torment and fear that had for so long defined it, but which in the ephemeral twilight hovering over New York City seemed to evaporate as the day gave way to night. ”

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Matthew Gallaway | “Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man” [VIA Coming & Crying]

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There’s good writing, and then there’s good writing. This story is the latter.
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Paul: I’ve got to get something off my chest—have you been home to see the old house?  Martin: Yeah. Torn down in the name of convenience. Paul: Yeah… I brokered the deal. Martin: Oh, wow. Wow. Paul: I tried to get a family there, but Ultimart made the best offer. Martin: Well, thank you for profiting on my childhood.  - Grosse Pointe Blank

Paul: I’ve got to get something off my chest—have you been home to see the old house? 

Martin: Yeah. Torn down in the name of convenience.

Paul: Yeah… I brokered the deal.

Martin: Oh, wow. Wow.

Paul: I tried to get a family there, but Ultimart made the best offer.

Martin: Well, thank you for profiting on my childhood. 

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Grosse Pointe Blank
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“And an autographed copy, from you-know-who, of ‘How I Conquered The World And Worked Out Issues With My Dad’.” - War, Inc.

“And an autographed copy, from you-know-who, of ‘How I Conquered The World And Worked Out Issues With My Dad’.”

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War, Inc.
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So here I am. I have to tell them about this when I wake up. This feeling. I thought that death would be, you know, death. But it isn’t. I felt… everything. I could actually feel it in my head, tearing through, scrambling the stagnant stillness that has always been sitting there, right under the surface. The bullet, it, well, it just opened everything up. The pressure was suddenly gone—like a thorn pulled from under a fingernail, or… or a rock pulled out from your shoe. The pain stopped immediately, but I can’t… believe how good it felt.

When I was young, someone described an orgasm as being similar to the sensation one feels when scratching an itch. At first I didn’t understand, and then when I got older I thought it was bullshit, because they’re obviously not comparable. Well, now I know why my babysitter said that to me all those years ago. Just as I never could have understood the sensation of an orgasm linguistically, you will never understand, without experiencing it, the sensation of relief that I felt when that bullet tore through my head. Imagine sneezing after having to sneeze for an hour straight, shitting after holding it for 2 hours, pissing after driving for 3 hours on the highway with a cop behind you and no bathroom in sight; then toss in a powerful orgasm and a mouth-full of pain killers. And you still wouldn’t fucking understand. This is going to be revolutionary. I will write books. People will finally understand. It isn’t bad at all; it’s blissful and orgasmic. Why do we have so much blood anyway? It was obviously fucking things up for me. And why was my brain so stiff and compressed?

God! I wish I could describe this. Well, I have time. I’m only 31. When I wake up, the world will never be the same.

When I wake up, the world will never be the same.

When I wa…
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I just realized that the two little drops are in fact come [cum?] and a tear. I see what you did there.

I just realized that the two little drops are in fact come [cum?] and a tear.

I see what you did there.
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Thank you.

Thank you.
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Word.

Word.
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