Oh, Michael, that made me gag. Like, not a metaphor, but a queasy feeling that began in my stomach and wormed its way up to the back of my mouth until I made a small and unpleasant burping noise.
You're absolutely right about the journey not the destination. And in the case of this movie, its journey should begin with a swirly sloshy motion, then down-gurgly-down to mingle and jostle with its elder siblings in the dark confines of the rump sump.
I'm sorry if this comes across as cruel; I was whipped with blackberry canes as a boy for giving an inch to maudlin sentimentality.
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Oh, Michael, that made me gag. Like, not a metaphor, but a queasy feeling that began in my stomach and wormed its way up to the back of my mouth until I made a small and unpleasant burping noise.
You're absolutely right about the journey not the destination. And in the case of this movie, its journey should begin with a swirly sloshy motion, then down-gurgly-down to mingle and jostle with its elder siblings in the dark confines of the rump sump.
I'm sorry if this comes across as cruel; I was whipped with blackberry canes as a boy for giving an inch to maudlin sentimentality.
Poor unsentimental Peter. Let's all just look away and pretend he didn't say anything. ;)
~F
Wow. Whipped with blackberry canes? You must have really enjoyed your childhood!
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