I've also mentioned, via my friend's post, how I feel about fish. Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you suitable evidence that the real danger of Hollywood's girlie men is that they are not men, but fish:
I shall plan my cousin's escape from that Canton mad-house,
and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth.
We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and
dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean
and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones
we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth.
We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and
dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean
and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones
we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.
The only notable difference: Mr. Pattinson is clearly wearing makeup. Beware, America. Beware.
HT on the Derbyshire bit: Mr. Jones.
HT on the Derbyshire bit: Mr. Jones.
4 comments:
*snort!*
Strange aeons, people. You heard it here.
"subtle like a sledgehammer." HA!!
Hahahahaha!! The book claims Edward to be just so very perfect... (Yeah, I read it...them...all of them. Ok?) But I'm with you here, Gauntlets. Per your links, for many reasons I hope that we will start reviewing the ridiculousness that is The Pill. *sigh*
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