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some ppl really have to learn to combine drawings and tellings, as
henry james did often say is his very exponential conferences on
comics and manga, way back in the day when of his many hobbies he
would prune about the even earlier days when he oftenst rammed verena
tarrant up the arse with his huge cock, ah good old youth as the old
saying goes, or leaves, or whatever. and in such kindred spirit i
expose the qualities of this imitation of wallace and grommit into and
unto the land of friendships between an old man and a little girl,
from the upside and ozzieside of the world, two decades aplunder, a
pleasure to the eye and a feast to the buttocks, a pleasure arhyme
with gifty awe, unlike wank a la chicago 7, waltz with bashir or
penelope, thou the last i have not seen, and thou as good as some
wallace and grommit, lest we be olive chancellor were we to say that
wallace ever had certain humanist notions preggied up as he was by
grommit's rampand postmodernism and levi straussian postructuralism,
mary and max is a glad return to the good old fashioned values, and
you should check out how pathetic 500 days of summer is, in the sense
that it never seems to even bother knowing who the other is, but in
values im talking of what i always enshrine, a cross breeding between
hegel and bridget jones, making me even more hilarious than fifteen
minutes ago. very much recommended. |
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