So what happens when a low level gets her panties in a bunch and starts a chain reaction that impact everyone in her network. When does the network remove its mole? New conversions won’t keep you clean. The contract expires when the lies do, well not really what’s done is done.
I’m sorry Elliot you are not Achilles you and the entire cast of this new odyssey movie just insulted millions of classics lovers world wide. As an overly entitled Hollywood star you ruined umbrella Academy and now you decide to crap on Achilles legacy. SMFH.
It’s life and death in these spiritual streets, make the wrong calculation and all you do is eat defeat. Must really suck when you learn it was your own weakness that brought ruin to your door. When reality slaps you in the face you learn who you are and who you’re not.
Empires always say the same thing:
“Security.”
“Stability.”
“Necessary sacrifice.”
Meanwhile mothers flee burning streets,
families sleep in cars,
and freedom becomes something rented
month to month.
The codes are still written in blood.
In the old days,
the gallows stood in the town square
so fear could be public.
Now fear arrives as headlines,
eviction notices,
surveillance cameras,
shrinking rights wrapped in flags.
The Bloody Codes never really died.
They just changed uniforms.
Once they hanged people for bread.
Now they bury people in debt,
displace them with war,
price them out of their homes,
and call it “order.”
The House of Usher falls when contracts are made over a glass of bourbon. It’s in this early hour where deals you had no authority to make were agreed upon.
I know who the raven hunts. The raven loves his shiny objects, he never releases what is his to keep.
Maybe next skit could be about protesting the war, social injustice, the revising Jim crow maybe highlight shite that’s impact us all right now @druski what does british actors have to do with what is happening in the US right now??? current events don’t sell do they @druski
I made the this is my rifle oath over 30 years ago. I tamed the sailor within so I could get along and play nice with civi’s. Then life reminded me of the many masks people wear, some lie so much they believe their own lies. Break the chains lest they break you.
life took my mother hat and just nailed the hat of the crone to my head. Pardon the dust as I renovate…um please do not take offense as I remind you i have a sailors tongue, so my language here on out is going to become highly colorful as i learn to embrace old world quips.