The key frame shows soldiers of fer'ner persuasion but the title does not show. The first of my three guesses is "Tommy" AICMFP discarding the remaining guesses.
Ever find yourself waging ridiculous competitions without letting on you're competing, and not just with regular expected ordinary competitive spirit, but rather competing in a way that is directly energized by darkest motives possible to dig, terrible destructive energy for purely egoistic purposes to reign supreme over the best around and destroying them in your mind? N'es ce pas? Is it not so, Tokyo Joe?
I was telling my brother about this, he just shook his head. There I go again. It has an odd twist.
The best reader in class at the new school sat right next to me. The kind of dude who grows up to be a lawyer. You can just see it. Solid reader. He was always done first. Naturally I competed. And I never did win. That sunny beach beat me every time. Damn him to the center of Dante's hell where everything is frozen. He deserves it. I bet his comprehension sucked.
And I mean it.
Just fuck him. He still makes me mad.
Then one day I drew the shadows to block letters starting at the bottom and he watched without my knowing I knew he was observing, he told me later he wondered what in the heck I was doing, I continued the shadow around the imaginary block letters giving them sudden depth, and continuing backward across the top which requires seeing the invisible letters so they suddenly take form all crunched together, except they take form backwards. The little inside shadows in the right spots complete the picture of a simple phrase such as STOP LOOKING OVER MY FUCKING SHOULDER YOU PERV and he squealed in his chair with amazement, with delight, a complexity he could not comprehend, he told me this, and I never felt better in my competitive life to that point. I loved that he couldn't do some simple stupid shit like that. All us dumb kids were doing it.
The key frame shows soldiers of fer'ner persuasion but the title does not show. The first of my three guesses is "Tommy" AICMFP discarding the remaining guesses.
Ever find yourself waging ridiculous competitions without letting on you're competing, and not just with regular expected ordinary competitive spirit, but rather competing in a way that is directly energized by darkest motives possible to dig, terrible destructive energy for purely egoistic purposes to reign supreme over the best around and destroying them in your mind? N'es ce pas? Is it not so, Tokyo Joe?
I was telling my brother about this, he just shook his head. There I go again. It has an odd twist.
The best reader in class at the new school sat right next to me. The kind of dude who grows up to be a lawyer. You can just see it. Solid reader. He was always done first. Naturally I competed. And I never did win. That sunny beach beat me every time. Damn him to the center of Dante's hell where everything is frozen. He deserves it. I bet his comprehension sucked.
And I mean it.
Just fuck him. He still makes me mad.
Then one day I drew the shadows to block letters starting at the bottom and he watched without knowing I knew he was observing, he told me later he wondered what in the heck I was doing, I continued the shadow around the imaginary block letters giving them sudden depth, and continuing backward across the top which requires seeing the invisible letters so they suddenly take form all crunched together, except they take form backwards. The little inside shadows in the right spots complete the picture of a simple phrase such as STOP LOOKING OVER MY FUCKING SHOULDER YOU PERV and he squealed in his chair with amazement, with delight, a complexity he could not comprehend, he told me this, and I never felt better in my competitive life to that point. I loved that he couldn't do some simple stupid shit like that. All us dumb kids were doing it.
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The key frame shows soldiers of fer'ner persuasion but the title does not show. The first of my three guesses is "Tommy" AICMFP discarding the remaining guesses.
Ever find yourself waging ridiculous competitions without letting on you're competing, and not just with regular expected ordinary competitive spirit, but rather competing in a way that is directly energized by darkest motives possible to dig, terrible destructive energy for purely egoistic purposes to reign supreme over the best around and destroying them in your mind? N'es ce pas? Is it not so, Tokyo Joe?
I was telling my brother about this, he just shook his head. There I go again. It has an odd twist.
The best reader in class at the new school sat right next to me. The kind of dude who grows up to be a lawyer. You can just see it. Solid reader. He was always done first. Naturally I competed. And I never did win. That sunny beach beat me every time. Damn him to the center of Dante's hell where everything is frozen. He deserves it. I bet his comprehension sucked.
And I mean it.
Just fuck him. He still makes me mad.
Then one day I drew the shadows to block letters starting at the bottom and he watched without my knowing I knew he was observing, he told me later he wondered what in the heck I was doing, I continued the shadow around the imaginary block letters giving them sudden depth, and continuing backward across the top which requires seeing the invisible letters so they suddenly take form all crunched together, except they take form backwards. The little inside shadows in the right spots complete the picture of a simple phrase such as STOP LOOKING OVER MY FUCKING SHOULDER YOU PERV and he squealed in his chair with amazement, with delight, a complexity he could not comprehend, he told me this, and I never felt better in my competitive life to that point. I loved that he couldn't do some simple stupid shit like that. All us dumb kids were doing it.
The key frame shows soldiers of fer'ner persuasion but the title does not show. The first of my three guesses is "Tommy" AICMFP discarding the remaining guesses.
Ever find yourself waging ridiculous competitions without letting on you're competing, and not just with regular expected ordinary competitive spirit, but rather competing in a way that is directly energized by darkest motives possible to dig, terrible destructive energy for purely egoistic purposes to reign supreme over the best around and destroying them in your mind? N'es ce pas? Is it not so, Tokyo Joe?
I was telling my brother about this, he just shook his head. There I go again. It has an odd twist.
The best reader in class at the new school sat right next to me. The kind of dude who grows up to be a lawyer. You can just see it. Solid reader. He was always done first. Naturally I competed. And I never did win. That sunny beach beat me every time. Damn him to the center of Dante's hell where everything is frozen. He deserves it. I bet his comprehension sucked.
And I mean it.
Just fuck him. He still makes me mad.
Then one day I drew the shadows to block letters starting at the bottom and he watched without knowing I knew he was observing, he told me later he wondered what in the heck I was doing, I continued the shadow around the imaginary block letters giving them sudden depth, and continuing backward across the top which requires seeing the invisible letters so they suddenly take form all crunched together, except they take form backwards. The little inside shadows in the right spots complete the picture of a simple phrase such as STOP LOOKING OVER MY FUCKING SHOULDER YOU PERV and he squealed in his chair with amazement, with delight, a complexity he could not comprehend, he told me this, and I never felt better in my competitive life to that point. I loved that he couldn't do some simple stupid shit like that. All us dumb kids were doing it.
Well, that song and video puts me squarely on the Brit's side.
Fuck the IRA.
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