He doesn't have the stomach for it. -- a crusty Tailee as class warfare comes to a head
Perhaps I am just popping in to convince myself I am not dead, and not just you, having taken a chaotic dump in a bucket with my Walmart parasitic aide, relieving all that impacted intestinal plumbing. You want optimism? Can't give you that. Daveed Diggs agonizingly long realization that we all have to make choices about the greater good will have to do, a Canadian musician who plays a mocha Detroit cop with aggressive dreadlocks, a collective rationing religion, and gaunt guilt ridden white lovers for candy pussy. Snowpiercer is so tantalizingly idiotic it's a fun joke. I binged Season 1 with amazement at what men can and will do for money, while I as a poet was always so demanding. The series acquired by TNT is better than the movie, to Jennifer Connelly's credit . Melanie Cavill is convincing as a power broker who's too tightly wound.
Perhaps the novelists answer the question of how the tracks were built for this superlocomotive in an extinction ending calamity, but one doesn't have to be a surveyor or an engineer to realize that Snowpiercer isn't a reality based starship like the Enterprise. Asians may be fascinated by locomotive technology because it will, and always necessarily be, a collective endeavor, which is something all the passengers seem to lose sight of as the true bloodletting begins, after all that creative torture. Republicans undoubtedly loathe Amtrak for the same reason. Even the best funded passenger rail services, such as that in Tokyo, lose money. I didn't believe that my life after 55 would become so utterly agonizing as it is now. I spare you because there is nothing you can do. These state systems are also a business, and people like the out-going Pat Toomey probably capitalize on them. I may try one last time, to flee, as I'd rather die in transit. Debating whether or not I have the nerve to pierce my jugular. Such an act would be final.
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