Reliable Source: ..had some serious legal run-ins with warner brothers…
Me: Fuck them!!!
RS: Fuck them twice over!!
Hopefully his legal team, which seems to be quite solid, will work out all of these issues so Guy can get back doing what he does best- horrifying, humiliating and entertaining people around the globe.
Breaking: 4th floor tenant reaches status of god in eyes of new yorker
Looking for an apartment in New York is very much a matter of persistence and creativity. In a couple days I will resume my apartment search which has been on hold since last September. After seeing this I think I’ll cut a hole in the wall, climb inside, seal it up and live the rest of my life making ghosts sounds and scaring the neighbors. I don’t know, apartment envy does weird things to my brain.
Yes, I understand that you are playing a game but you’re missing my point. For the past 5 hours I’ve heard nothing but gunfire and explosions. You are using simulated murder to entertain yourself as if there were no alternative. I don’t know what is making me so sick right now, the fact that these sounds remind me of the brutality that is reality of others or that this is what you call fun. My body’s current state of nausea is in itself this games violence manifested, the heartache I feel also.
For so many beings on this earth it is not possible to escape the immediate and severe threat to their existence, why has this been turned into a game? As you’re filling animated characters on the screen with bullets this is happening to real people. How much more explicit do I need to be before you understand? Yes,kids have always engaged in play fighting as far as I know, even kittens play fight, it’s a survival skill, but doing something because it has always been done that way is a scary reason for doing anything. Our evolution depends on each individual’s decisions, each person has the capability of bringing us forward or taking us back to our primitive origin. The past only matters to the ego but it is not real, the only realness is in this moment and our thoughts words and actions within it.
Last night I dreamt I was upstairs in your parents home holding some of my cowboy shirts in my arms. It was early morning and you came out of your room and started going through my shirts. "I'm wearing the pink one" you said as you took it from my hand and disappeared. Then your mother came out of her room and glared at me as she walked past in a white bathrobe. Nearly tripping on my foot she never spoke a word.
I woke up this morning to find my pink shirt sitting in my closet.....were good.