Take out or dine in?
It is a very strange feeling that my life fits into neat little boxes that can be stacked three high in the back of a moving truck. They call be labeled by room and content and arranged nicely into groups of similar themes. Then picked up by myself and friends(?) and transported anywhere I want. Then reopened, unpacked, and reinstated into my life. Yet I don’t know what the fuck I am doing/have done with my life for 27 years. No boxes, no tags, no order, no service. Maybe I just need to change the iTunes playlist.
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Totally saw them doing Lawrence and Elston yesterday. Keep an eye out for a green Ford Taurus (work car). Anyone run into this before?
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Looks kinda Snow Crashy meets the Matrix meets Pepe El Toro.
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Yippie Kai Yay Mr. Falcon!
via Vulture.
PS, you can stop reading Cyborgface and just go straight to Vulture because that is where I have been getting most of my blog posts from. that blog is awesome!
PPS, of course he isn’t in this movie, but you can’t mention The Terminator without picturing him.
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