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I Like Movies Trailer Poem

I watched a trailer for something called I Like Movies yesterday.  It's about a cosmetically-overweight teenager in Canada. (I think that's  fairly sensitive? Not insensitive?) He's a fat kid with strong opinions:  the best kind. The kind that once upon a time I watched F & L in LV  and Fight Club and Monty Python movies with a hundred times  before he was... The I Like Movies thing looks pretty good.  It got me to realize that Cronenberg is kinda overrated. He's good  for Rick & Morty, and I/m fairly indifferent to how many millions  anything makes, and Cosmopolis is alright, but then that's maybe  because Robert Pattinson. (His record is obviously far from flawless,  (so was Phil Hoffman's if you add up everything) but The Rover,  Good Time: those help me to be a person the day after.  Cronenberg: dry humor works best in a saturated mind. Nuance  in moving chaos. Not every monster tells you what...  In one s...

Branski

Casey O'

I got traded for some obnoxious tarts with names like Brandski and Malozzi while I lived in a house made out of garbage and it was cool to talk a mile a fucking minute so long as it wasn't about anything and don't use more than five syllables in any sentence if you can help it.  The horse left.  The horse isn't coming home. 

Greg (graphic poem)

had a more interesting life than me I think. Or originally he did.  In fifth, into sixth grade I sat with what let's call  the untouchable nerds: the kids no one wants to deal with.  Greg was in our cafeteria one day (George Fischer had  two cafeterias in the basement there) and he said I should  go with him to the other cafeteria where the kids he was already friends with  were. So I started hanging out with them from then on.  My cousin Bobby & my Aunt Laura gave me my first cigarettes,  Newports, but the other kids in my school smoked Marlboros, so  then I smoked those. And we invented our own safe-spaces,  where you were the least likely to get hassled by some  tallie who'd write you up and tell on you to your parents  unless you had the 2K on hand for a bribe...nobody had money  for bribes back then...  And by the time we were 15 or 16 or so and going to punk shows  in the city. (Maybe not relevant: we w...

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