Am watching the last episode they ever originally made of The Transformers, circa 1987. Not so much mixed emotions as it is a confused mess thats preventing my girlfriend from coming around. Literally all the characters are now taking their heads off. Were on a planet and... I have no idea what is going on. Like real life. Ideally the show itself would transform into something meaningful, to encapsulate, disseminate, explain or otherwise justify my childhood and perpetual adolescence ever since. But thats not how things are. Sometimes things just stop. Seinfeld went to Prison. For killing Roseannes husband. And there he became the twelfth Cylon. Who ruled the seven kingdoms of Westeros happily ever after. All good things. What you leave behind. Optimus Prime came back to life to redeem our sins. And impersonate John Wayne. So... tell him something pretty.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 09:41:52 +0000
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