Sin City......Silly. Dark. Silly and Dark.
Apr 9, 2005 18:43:31 GMT -5
Post by Cranky on Apr 9, 2005 18:43:31 GMT -5
I walked into the theater. It was Dark.
People were sitting.
I looked around to find the seat I wanted. There was a popcorn bag from the previous person.
I ate it. It was salty.
The movie started. I watched.
Watched some more.
Wondered.
Wondered if the writer was 12 years old when he wrote the lines.
Wondered if the producer is in his puberty.
Wondered if this was a cartoon with live actors.
Wondered some more. I lit a cigarette.
I coughed. I coughed again. I don't smoke.
I came home to write the revue.
Not much to write. Made it for 14 year old male fantasy that needs redemtion.
I thought I might find the writer. Cut off his thumbs. Pin them pointing downward.
I lit another cigerette.
THE END.
People were sitting.
I looked around to find the seat I wanted. There was a popcorn bag from the previous person.
I ate it. It was salty.
The movie started. I watched.
Watched some more.
Wondered.
Wondered if the writer was 12 years old when he wrote the lines.
Wondered if the producer is in his puberty.
Wondered if this was a cartoon with live actors.
Wondered some more. I lit a cigarette.
I coughed. I coughed again. I don't smoke.
I came home to write the revue.
Not much to write. Made it for 14 year old male fantasy that needs redemtion.
I thought I might find the writer. Cut off his thumbs. Pin them pointing downward.
I lit another cigerette.
THE END.