Supposed to be working. I am not. Instead I am finding pictures of the majesty that is Christopher Walken. My hero, my idol, my nightmare, in one frightening and shiny package. I mean, just look at this:
And again:
For more googled glory, contact the champion of champions (er... me!)
Procrastination: Not a Sonnet
Forty two and a half minutes later
Two bathroom breaks
One flavoured water
Another bathroom break
Two episodes of Drew Carey
Three visits to imdb.com
Rough outlines for a screenplay
That I will write
before I write this stupid essay,
I call it "Shatnerphone: The Epic"
Tagline?
"Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust,
Shatner is coming,
to the future or bust!"
100% historically accurate,
and invisible to the naked eye.
Nothing but explosions
and sexually charged, all-Shatner
Robo-chorus lines.
Away I go,
to delay even more,
you can help me conceive
even more premature
and promising
future motion pictures.
Otherwise,
work must happen.
Let us pray
it doesnt come to that.
Shatners AWAAAAAY.
By the way, my and Sam's (guy what is my brother) plan to eliminate the "Zoom Zoom" kid (Operation Zoom Zoom: Mazda Go Boom-Boom) is underway. Forecast: TOTAL AND ULTIMATE SUCCESS!
That is all of the word configurations. I hope I stimulated your brain and/or your happy places.
Sarrah the Tangible.
1 comment:
What the hell movie is that? I think Walken is wearing the coolest hat ever made.
And, yeah. he's god.
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