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My newest thread...
Some critics have said my latest thread was below average. "Not his best", "surprising", and "he's lost his touch". It's something we all take to heart - the critics and their words. And so, with my newest thread, I will attempt to reach into a more hollywood-ish thread.
I will start by leading the audience into a series of characters whose names are metaphors which the audience will have fun analyzing afterwards. Somewhere near the middle, something bad will dramatically change another character's life. And there will be some funny scenes and a lesbian scene. The ending includes a twist that will leave some audience members smiling at the perfection. And then the curtains will close. |
Will it be in English, or will there be subtitles?
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There will be no dialogue. This will represent the world before people were created. Before pain and suffering.
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Hopefully my editer delayed his vacation to Iceland. |
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And your editor, too. An editer is usually 10X more skilled than an editor. |
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Lesbian scene only implies they are doing acts homosexual women would engage in. It's not about their sexual orientation.
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Ah! My number one critic has come to offer some encouraging words on my newest thread. It appears he does not like this work either. Probably too deep. He just wants strong men and hot cars.
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Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves Some are quick to take the bait And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves But oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didn’t, didn’t already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad. So please believe in me When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didn’t, didn’t already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad So please believe in me When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didn’t, didn’t already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad So please believe in me |
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Grow a sack boy, it's the internet. people play rough out here :rolleyes: ROFL |
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By the way......................... he's still watching................... |
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We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor I was feeling kind of seasick The crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away Whe we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale She said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards Would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast At the moment my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale |
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What's beer me saying? I can see he wrote something. Is it about me? Oh my god, I'm worried...
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You know you miss me Jenson..... :) |
I definintly don't miss you beer me. Things have been much better since I put you on ignore.
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I have only created 2 really good threads in over a year, so I just stick to replying mostly. :)
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