Scotch Baller

Sometimes I wish I was taller.

I often wish I were right.

But the Scot in me knows better.

Sipping this truth in alright.

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Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity

Incrementing Incompleteness

Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are