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WHAT A sick score! so soft and with NO DEFINITION AT ALL.

And:what a disgusting PICTURE, no interest in this space of gestural-ironicality about the nature of the entire affair of cinemaITSELF GALORE!

WHAT else could a person say about a silent picture with a shitty effin' score, ONE can'tbut: even WATCH;,/when your FORCED TO ignORE!the simple side-show of the actor's CAREERS, this picture pretends WERE'nt EVER

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as if the casting-call were open? AS-IF cable-NUT's theory-of-the-case were'nt not simply to have been there at the start. cause what else could measure FAME THEN but a simple qbit-fart.thaet the industry were's making.TO THE DEATH OF LIFE itself as something worth a THANG!to this author who BELIEVES it's no longer worth a single effin' thing-a-majig, this offer to play YOUR WARES IN PUBLIC as if you made the list of endless chagrin!to be the benefactor of all the PUBLIC's worth.

Cause FAME, my friends, was never meant to start the beginning the end of something WANTED from the ART; but, rather, to be::::the endless reduxificational! HAPPENSTANCE of getting LUCKY WHEN THE DIRECTOR OF THE PICTURE SOUGHT*to ENSURE,theaet, the BEGINNING?NO: the entire procedure was winning and across thaet made you BELIEVE!there was a pathway in this world thaet depended on your work!to be something truly GREAT and above measuring all thaet is simple ^*#^@^%'N WORTH, a TESTAMENT IN MAKING, a SCREEN AS EPIC for the taking our mundanity of life and enacting there something STRIFE to which a COMPOSITION must in FEALTY BE REMISSifIT didn't hit the mark, cause the truth of The Artist twenty eleven is thaet it simply couldn't care who in fact was CLark GABLE;and, instead, they made him commentON what this film was lacking and to thaet he simply said as some mexican jockey swood:::the screen? it's all negro, bastante feo,

BRODER, un screen llena! con los suenos de los CAPITALISTAS a un nivel de COMPOSITION en lo que revela!la HEART OF DARKNESS in which they DWELL.


(AND on this point, there's nothing more to say cause the truth of this ess AY! is thaet it no longer matters if you want FAME or fortune on this EARTh cause the screen is there AS NOTHING MORE THAEN THE SYNCOPY of YOUR life heir DIRECTOR speilBURGER to lecture about nada mas!que!!!! lo, "what you remember" COULD MAYBE MOUNT THE CASE, as insurrecting FILM for what is buried deep in side my OBLANGATA!a memory of childhood falsity to which I BELIEVE YOU MAY subscribe and thaet is the end of what I SAY HERE cause I'm nothing but a simple SCRIBE, on oith,thaet is.(.

CHILD HOOD MY FRIENDS? NOt the place in which to live! to dwell inside your preternatal INSTINCTs.......you get the point you fuckin' PIECES OF TRASH i AM !!!!! the master of cinema and SPIELBERG can go and suck a nut from this essay his final point to make is thaet BLACK PEOPLE were not slaves;

NO:::::they just didn't have the time to present their case to the movie-industry writ larger thaen the tinfoil cape in which he wore!his own domination on this dime to which he always said was simple rhyme!

with whaet he knew was never ACCESSIBLE!to the broader public brain::::::which is thaet REFRAIN TO WHICH we just alluded

THE BOLLUDED empty market drain. CUETHE CORPORATE SPONSOR LIST please weinstein I almost thought to VOMIT IT ALL UP what is clearly nothing more thaen what FILM AND CINEMA HAS NOW BECOME WHICH IS A PLACEHOLDER FOR SOME JEW's fuckin' MONEYmaking claim.


this is the limit of my writing cause i'm not some YUPPIE spielburger like William Butler YEATS. sam I AM YOU FILTHY VARMINTS*.

" LA SCREEN A QUIE ES negrO, dicen CLARK GABLE de todos las picturas en lo que queriaROMPAR la PUSSY DE UNA pussy swingin' BITCH:::e aqui si, es todoNEGRA, SENOR weinSTEIN\por la razon de utilizarFAME para un a end in which NOSOTROS somos!hidden

DIRECTLY FROM THE start, for whatever reason som e tiny-shrew!has to use this 'art' for FORMING HIS own playpen in which his PIGSTY his simple qbit FART.

sam I AM! good night. BEWARE EVIL DOOERSz!, wherever YOU ARE, the time on earth has come to make REAL WHAT this earth has dreamed it is!for a century or more of bullshit ART.

THE ARTISTE.2011.

ADIEU, Mona LISA???????

Clark GABLE SAYS he don't seem half- so BAAd,no more,does 'e?

TO WHICH I SAY:::::not on my dollar, MRrodeo.GOSLING-from-POLAND!some BARBIEfuckin' TWERK.