Ascot-Man

 So I had this dream where me, my ex-girlfriend and some random other person were picked for some kinda foreign exchange mentoring program… we gonna go git taught in other countries by ppl near our age. And there was some shit about that in the dream but here’s the good part: we’re about to leave for he airport with me, Lizz-O and my mentor (this wicked sweet i-Talian dude) and all the sudden the car, which was in neutral on a hill (good job, Italy man) starts rolling back wards and into a store @_@; So then we’re like “OMG OMG WTF!” and my mentor is all “chillax Americanos, I can get us out of here” an

  "...find the great Un-Dead, and cut off his head and burn his heart or drive a stake through it, so that the world may rest from him."  -Professor Abraham Van Helsing, Bram Stoker's Dracula  -PRAGUE-  THWUMP THWUMP THWUP  I drove the stake still deeper until it would go no further. I stopped only briefly to wipe the sweat from my brow.  VRRRRRRRRRRRR!! The chainsaw roared to life. This was the gross part.  "Thy will be done" I plunged into the gory work. The head came off clean enough, but I was still covered in the Un-Dead's blood. I quickly filled the mouth and throat with garlic, said a prayer and left a small cross on the b

 Well, for those who don't know, I'm a real purist for things. I prefer Lovecraft to "Cthulhu Mythos", and I prefer the RE games to the movies. Honestly, those movies made Milla Jovavich stop being my favorite actress. These movies have stopped making sense. These movies annoy the shit out of me. I only went to this because my friend invited me, and I'm polite. And I don't spend enough time with my friends. And I figured I could write a scathing review.  !!!WARNING SPOILERS!!!  First off, after seeing the trailers for this film, I wanted to simply walk into the theatre and yell "IT'S ROAD WARRIOR WITHOUT MEL GIBSON" And it is. Kinda. Not

I wish I could tell you... why I call you my Angel... It's not that it's a secret... But it's an experience, not a set of words... Love beyond words, an undefined colour... Heaven in your eyes, passion in your heart... Grace in your every movement, Beauty for an aura... But if I could say why... Would the veil lift...? Would you spread your wings... And fly me away...?

Loccut City. The kind of place where you always carry a gun, and always save the last bullet for yourself. --- You can run... But you can't hide... the cliche line runs through my head like the crawl at the bottom of a newscast. I jump to the next roof top, keeping my prey in sight. I can hear the sirens again, the cops are catching up. Suddenly, red 'n blue lights fill the streets below us. Shit, the cops aren't just catching up, They're everywhere. They must really want this guy... Just who the Hell is he to warrant this much attention? Guess I'll find out when I kill him. The next roof is a little farther away, but lower. I can get clo