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...who live what's called "the low life". |
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care to further define "the low life"? |
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He lives in a box until someone yells "bring out the gimp!!" |
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I saw most of the zombie story part in quentin's last movie combo; it was total crap staring Bouncy McTitties x 2 in badly produced and directed (wtf is the difference between those two even) boredom adventures. I hope the part that quentin made is better, but most likely everything he makes now will suck following the lead of aphex twin, autechre, jim carrey etc etc |
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I'm guessing you mean Planet Terror? It was directed by Rodriguez rather than Tarantino. I thought it was great. :p |
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a criminal !!! |
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hahah i'm hearing maurices voice over your text |
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The Producer actually gets stuff done, the director fannies about with artistic bollocks and claims credit for the film, even though it has much less to do with their vision than, say, the script writer's. |
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that's why it's usually better when the script writer and director are the same person. |
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Certainly. |
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yesterday morning i woke up in the park, i realised i only had two hours to get across town with no money, stinking of booze with a killer hangover. i talked money out of some valley "punk" kid, half begging half mugging him. i managed to wangle 10 bucks, enough for bus fare and a sandwich and three bottles of coke to wake me up. i had a quick wash in the bathroom of the restaurant, and changed into my work clothes, my supervisor gave me shit for being ten minutes late, i'd like to see him find somebody else to do this shit. after work, went home and smoked the biggest fuckin bowl ever, i couldn't even think right. i like to get so high i can't even remember my name. today i hooked up with my buddy CP, he's got some ideas for credit card scams, so maybe we can make some cash off that, i used to sell weed, but i fell behind with payments for my supplier, if i could get him his cash back with a little interest off this credit card shit, then maybe i could get back into the weed game. CP knows some fine lookin chicks, too. |
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you should probably have a blog |
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TLDR |
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high-tech low-life |
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