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Dune (1984) dir. David Lynch - by Mason Horsley ‘Dune’ historically has been a near-impossible venture for any director. Any space opera faces it’s own set of challenges that throw production into turmoil, whether it be ‘John Carter’ or ‘Star Wars’, but ‘Dune’ had been stuck in development hell
Last night I felt you near, as near as my own skin; With eyes that I’ve envisioned countless times in my dreams. Underneath the moonlit sky you pranced around in glee; In the place where you had left me – ages ago it seems. In the hour of my ruin,
You ask, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” My reaction is instinctive. Of course we are. You’re everything to me. My muse and my other half, as familiar to me as my reflection in a mirror. There’s nobody in this world that I consider myself
We look in the windows of apartments, rich and middle-class and imagine lives of ours. Swapping clothes with the woman lighting candles on her dining table. Cutting my hair like the woman reading under a lamp in her little library. Drinking wine that’s not from Aldi with just a
I remember the first time I held you. So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new home for the very first time. You were everything I could’ve ever asked for. I could deal with all the gross things to come, but
This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips, he would’ve begged for it to not be his last. After everything he’d been through, for this to be the way he died seemed
I have barely seen you these past few years, but there are holes in my heart that belong to you. And memories marked with your name in the buzz of my head. Do you remember my phone number from when we were kids? I want to call home. But the
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) dir. Terry Gilliam & Terry Jones - Review by Daniel Fagan Wi nøt trei ạ høliday in Sweden this yër? It would be impossible to list the most famous scenes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, that endeavour could only end
it’s fresh when I pass it by guts glistening in the dim headlights, a red smear of viscera across the dewy morning concrete. as I try and fail to not let my eyes linger, i wonder if, like me, you had a destination in mind. i see you from
TW: Pedophilia By Chloe Payne The shit and piss soaked rug burns into my nostril hairs late in the night. It gurgles and splutters lively out of its host — before setting into a burgundy crisp mess on the wooden floor panels. Crimson specs can be seen on an orange left
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“Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.” -Aristotle Welcome back to my travel column. The first day in a foreign country alone is, in my opinion, one of the most exciting and at the same time scary moments in one’s life. I can
‘It’s in the sway of her hips I can see her sins. Like a an STD; it crawls through her blood. Her lips cushion with a shade of sex; A chemist perfume lingers from across the bar. The gripping cloth leaves nothing to the imagination, She has the men