one could be open regarding disdain for a given notion, but cannot rightly criticize the conceiver of such, lest there be some kind of offense between the principles.
There went Miguel Ferrer walking along with the Crimson King, kind of "hobbled by the usual corn cob", with his accustomed intensity and consternation, thought by some to be even a trait of the successful, like focus and concentration, but nay, he was just caught up in the raging river that was the world of the Dark Man, the Walking Dude: The Crimson King. Anyway, Flagg puts Nadine on the elevator and as the doors close, she surprises everyone by saying, "WE ARE ALL DEAD AND THIS...... IS..... HELL."
What can I say to that, girl? "Welcome to hail, baby. Raise a salute to the sigul of the Crimson King." Lost people dancing in the fire, seeming almost merry from a distance, but actually in torment, a quiet, reserved lucidity of their own failings, a sudden clarity about it. Body parts flapping amidst the flames, as if in some futile attempt to take flight and achieve freedom.
There went Miguel Ferrer walking along with the Crimson King, kind of "hobbled by the usual corn cob", with his accustomed intensity and consternation, thought by some to be even a trait of the successful, like focus and concentration, but nay, he was just caught up in the raging river that was the world of the Dark Man, the Walking Dude: The Crimson King. Anyway, Flagg puts Nadine on the elevator and as the doors close, she surprises everyone by saying, "WE ARE ALL DEAD AND THIS...... IS..... HELL."
What can I say to that, girl? "Welcome to hail, baby. Raise a salute to the sigul of the Crimson King." Lost people dancing in the fire, seeming almost merry from a distance, but actually in torment, a quiet, reserved lucidity of their own failings, a sudden clarity about it. Body parts flapping amidst the flames, as if in some futile attempt to take flight and achieve freedom.
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