Oh the rapturous torture of my sleeping buttocks...

Rating: 3/10 (19 February 1999)

Was it a dream? $6.50 here, in my hand, now gone. We are nothing, dirt. The war-numbness-paralysis of my butt, confusion. Boring movies don't ennoble men, they turn them into zombies... My popcorn, some kernels pop, some don't, why? Will my life peter out and end with the last unpopped kernels? Will this movie? I am becoming, swelling at the seams, ready to burst forth, or is it my bladder, screaming for release? What is love? How do I presume, to spit out all the butt ends of my days and ways. The watches glow, on then off, on then off. The glowing countenances of the owners faces show a vast cool...is it indifference? My kingdom for a milkdud. There's something about Mary, something about Mary, something about Mary.......