shared visualizations


The clown gave the gangbangers a head-start. Escaped prisoners run
through the forest. They run and they run and they run. The demon
crashes the Sigma Tau luau, eating the pledges but skipping the pork.
The aging hair band defeats the raging giant desert ants with power
ballads.  Meanwhile….the ants are flying the plane! No…the ants are
crashing the plane! The Irishman clung to his humanity as the world
around him went to ruin. The monk died amongst the Lord’s Supper,
the mystery intact of the treasure map scrawled onto the playing cards.
The chopper pilot was distracted by the zombie meerkat trying to eat
his crotch. The talking growth in the suicidal man’s bathroom eats the
girl next door. The bowling alley proprietor painfully poops the sexually
depraved alien that attempted to impregnate him, and no, this is not a
Halloween prank. The helpless scientist gave the incredulous politicians
a few moments to consider the crap sandwich Earth was being force-fed
by the rogue planet. The superhero couldn’t say “No” to the UK Ministry
of Defence and accidentally called his Chilean housekeeper a whore. Ouch.
The cop solves the riddle that leads him to the school with the bomb in it,
only to find the villain lied about the bomb, insisting he wasn’t a monster.
The samurai used deductive reasoning to defeat the bourgeoisie, but first
he pumped up his sneakers. A shotgun kills an entire mafia: a shotgun and
Schwarzenegger. The witch in the wheelchair compels the scarecrow with
the magenta lipstick to strangle the bouncer with a hairdryer cord. The bald
cattle rustler impersonates a marshal to turn in his own gang, but he won’t.
The cocker spaniel survives the Texas tornado; the smug weatherman doesn’t.
On his deathbed, the stoic mayor read the headline and proclaimed he had
no regrets. Jennifer Lopez takes off her pants, and George Clooney smirks.

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