Prime_Minister_Keyes
Funny you should say that. Near the end of WSB's 1953 novel "Junkie", IIRC, the main protagonist complains that he doesn't understand the slang of the new generation anymore. For example their use of "that stinks!"
You can buy puff pastry, ready to be filled, in stores. We used to do that a lot. Just blend all scraps and spices we could find around the kitchen, put them into the pastry, shape it and bake it in the oven. Totally delicious.
Oh look, it's male Anna Kendrick.
Years ago, I read an interview with Leonard Cohen who, as you might remember, became a Buddhist monk. He stated that in the monastery, you're free to do pretty much anything - in your free time. Listen to rock music, take drugs, no-one cares.
It's just that you don't have any free time because every day is 100% structured.
Can't stand the staleness. Apart from the frigging bots and automods, it feels like a bunch of boring, shallow, sated establishment guys that like "pretending that one could be hip with a mortgage payment," as Bela Koe-Krompecher once put it.
I've seen it described by screenwriters as having the perfect script. Because everything that happens in the movie is a totally organic, logical consequence of what happened right before.
I didn't come to rescue Rambo from you. I came here to rescue you from him.
Cabaret Voltaire's "Automotivation" for me.
Easy like Sunday morning.
Holiday evenings be like:
Workday evenings be like: