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@hellcatmeow
I love it when a song or movie or painting or whatever sharpens your teeth so when you bite into the firmament of life you do so with a stronger vigor and thus a grotesquely mortal thirst is quenched
Joy is a predator
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
I have fangs, covered in ichor
and you have fingers, just long enough
to reach into this cage
dig how Portugal is looking at her
golden lion tamarin
where else could you get this
Was scuncht about it, but fine now.
I love being friends with prostitutes and transsexuals and artists and drug dealers and perverts and queers
Good motherfucking god
OH MY GOD THATS EXACTLY WHAT ITS LIKE
EXACTLY
When I finally got medicated for ADHD, I asked why insomnia was such a problem for me.
The doctor paused, and then said, thoughtfully: "Well, you see, you also have ADHD at night."
bad guy: *lowering me into a pit of piranhas*
me: just so you know that pool is not big enough for them at all and they also don't have any foliage to hide within in order to feel safe and by the way you obviously haven't been feeding them enough if they're ready to rend the flesh from my bone, the water looks scummy, and your pulley system looks extremely unsafe and none of your goons are wearing PPE despite the jagged spikes and open leaky pipes and-
bad guy: *frantically lowering the crank faster* please just die
is he…… you know….. [imitates crab claws]……. from Maryland?
*getting my conspiracy wires crossed again* Courtney love killed tupac
Jet fuel can't melt Elvis
JFK built the pyramids
Paul McCartney is bigfoot.
environmental storytelling.
The core appeal of Willy Wonka is that he's a nigh-omnipotent maniac who uses his near limitless powers over reality to trick shitty people into killing themselves. You can't make him the protagonist of a whimsical coming of age tale - you have to treat him like Jason Voorhees, or Dracula, or any other horror icon. Give him some new victims and new interesting kills and set him loose, that's all audiences want.
I feel like I watched a somewhat different movie...
Gene lobbied hard for Wonka to be introduced as a feeble limping old man who suddenly falls into a forward somersault and leaps to his feet, because "from that moment on the audience won't know if he can be trusted." On a related note: the director told Gene what would happen during the boat scene, but none of the other actors were prepared; to this day, none of them are sure what he ad libbed and what was scripted.
My favorite detail, though, is his performance of Pure Imagination. On the surface, the song is charming and inviting, but if you look closely at him throughout the scene, you'll notice that Gene never blinks. He looks around, down at his feet, up at the trees; his eyes never fully close. He moves erratically, stuttering up and down the steps of the chocolate room. The lyrics are warm and friendly, but his face is blank. He bows to permit his visitors to run amok, but his posture is stiff. He helps Violet and Mike reach a couple of treats, but there is no joy in the gesture. The final post-chorus feels like a dirge, a threat, and a warning, all at once; Wonka sits in repose under a tree, but his eyes are glassy and dispassionate. "There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination; / living there / you'll be free / if you truly / wish / to be.......... "
Fantasy in excess, like anything else, will destroy you; that's the real message of Gene Wilder's Wonka. He taunts his guests with unrepentant disdain, and doesn't care if they live or die. He toys with their emotions, their safety, and their grip on reality, feeling no regret or remorse, no pity, no compassion. Fantasy is colorful and compelling, but it's false, and ultimately empty. Wonka is a walking maladaptive daydream, and as far as I'm concerned, that's the real reason the 1971 film has endured in the culture for so long.
Belgium Chase Tag Compilation
and I say again any women's shelter that turns away trans women and mothers of boys is fraudulent and deserves to be cleared out for an agency actually willing to do the work
terfs cannot be trusted with the nonprofit apparatus. anything they build should become scorched earth.
"sound of the summer is this song" WRONG. its cicadas
for the 40th to 200th million summer in a row