ThE EaRtH BeCoMeS My ThRoNe

2009-10-25T11:42:00.000+02:00

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Blackened (The Black Post)

2007-09-18T03:53:00.000+02:00

I was there in the darkest of a black room, where everything was black, the curves of my body, her dress, and the sun that lit that space.
Even the forsaken ocean I was swimming was dark, and I was surfing upon black waves, seeking salvation through a final vision, and a resurrection through some sort of a black magic spell I was humming…
The black beast inside of me knew no rest, growling and roaring, struggling within, to soon raise a dark flag of tyranny in somewhere on the dark side of my own Eden.
I kept running to the end of the tunnel, though there was no light there, but still my hopes were trying to escape this hellish black night mare but in vain.
I kept running and running until I was lost in a an infinite black hole in the dark realm of that space, an infinite black hole, where God was divided by zero.

Inspired By A Lucid Nightmare...

Devils Whisper Dreams

2007-09-11T23:52:00.001+02:00

I was away, walking a long road, listening to all of them debating about that fact, whispering, shouting, pulling each other's hair, biting each other's butts, and barking at each other.
"Dream big and fly, and be ready to die in order to have your dreams coming true".

I was hearing those clichés repeatedly, but I still insisted to wear that chunky wondering face…
What's the use of their dreams coming true if they were dead? I don't think cows ever wished to be burgers.
What if someone wanted to stick to the floor of reality and stop dreaming big for a while, maybe because they tried dreaming big and those dreams broke into dust and someone came and vacuumed?
Why should they have wings to fly and harvest dreams? Why don't they take the elevator? Even if it's out of service… stairs are always safer, more fun, and even easier to climb.
What if someone dreamt ageless and out of body, because physical dreams mean nothing no more?

Devil was not taking any breaks, he kept roaming around, whispering to those pale-faced people, stealing their souls in return of promises , crimson dreams and hellish glare, and then rolling every single soul in a cigarette so he can smoke it later with the guys at "Al-Nawfara".
What a fine pack, dreams of love, of fortune, of heaven, of influence, of power.

Devil came to me smiling cunningly, and started whispering, and when he was finished, I gave him a grin instead of a pale face, and started whispering to him, as his face was getting more red but strangely a pale kind of red, his horns getting smaller, his jaw was dropped, his eyes were wide open with veins sticking out of them.
Devil turned to address me "Holy God… Dude… Have you no fear?", as I stood there chuckling "ha ha ha, in your face bastard", so he took out a magnum gun and shot himself right in the throat, as I took his cigarettes and walked away grinning.
I walked away carrying tons of ideas and dreams similar to that one that freaked the freaky devil to death.

I walked along humming some words to remind myself…
"The most poor among men is not that who has not even a cent, the poorest man is who has not a single dream…The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold"

Yearning …

2007-09-04T22:56:00.000+02:00

Have you ever wanted something so much? Craving it to the point that you were ready to give the world for a savor, for a touch, for a tiny whiff, or a particle of a moment lost in the arms of an unthoughtful reckless fate …

Have you ever wanted something so bad, that you would let the world sway and fade behind your back, and let your soul rise above your material world to be one with your humanly innocent desires?

Have you ever wanted something to an extent of no return, BUT still couldn't reach out your hand to hold on to what you craved? Even though your eyes were widened to the extreme shining with extreme inclination, and your heart was racing as fast as a warhorse and as loud as a thunderbolt…

Have you ever been in that state of need? But still were not able to get drunk of that cloud of red wine that was specially made for you, because your to-be-karma was blocking your ladder to heaven.

Have you?!

Alternate Ending

2007-08-29T03:01:00.000+02:00

It was all dark, the sun in the sky, the soil of the land, and the faces of men…
The only light that you could see was the glaring flames of the falling pieces of heavens, hammering the ground with an angry roar...
An angry roar that was similar to the boisterousness made by the swords and spears of men being sharpened on the hone wheel, that you could barely see among the scattered particles of metal flying all around, dancing with a luminous glory.
It was not a happy dance, it was the dance of war, the final dance, the furious dance, the dance that announces that it's the very final battle, a dance called "Armageddon".
Up there in the sky, you could see wings of angels being cut, and feathers of fire snatched out of demons skin, mixed up all together with the essence of sadness and tears of blood falling from the eyes of those who we thought were our divine and deity.
Up on a mountain of dead fragile bodies the fight begins between Achilles and mortality, between Abraham and the fire, between Ishmael and the knife, between Jacob and the beast, between Saint George and the dragon, between the huge elephant and the birds, between The Young Nomad and ignorance.
The one and only sin of those people who built that mountain with their flesh and blood was that they didn't believe in killing for differences, nor in interfaith fight, neither in a fragile God, so they left their bodies to be torn and crucified, and elevated with their souls towards what's beyond the falling cracked kingdom of heaven where they should be rewarded for finding their inner peace and their serenity of forgiveness.
At the versant of that mountain stood fully equipped men, heavily armed with their sharpened blades and sharp teeth, and drops of hateful sweat were covering their wrinkled foreheads, each group stood under the flag of their own God.
Lightning hits the battlefield, as a thunderbolt screams loudly in the sky announcing the beginning of the big fight, beginning of turning this earth into the promised hell, where every individual of those knights will find their own spot and live within, as heavens will remain there waiting , craving for more humans that lived according to their humanity , but in vain.

How Tags Smell Like!

2007-08-22T18:06:00.000+02:00

Thanks to Qabbani for tagging me ( I'll get you back for it dude :P )
The tag is about exhibiting the smells that I prefer , and which come as in the following non-sorted manner:

• Morning's thick breeze, assembled all together in one whiff filling my torn lungs, announcing a fresh new day before the sun comes out to burn away the particles of the heavenly air.
• Two bodies fragrances after a friendly handshake, a sincere embracing hug, a loving lustful kiss, or a long sleepless night of action on a bed of roses.
• Aromatic candles burning their magic souls in order to enlighten a dark long night of luminous meditation.
• The wood of my elementary school's desk, along with all the memories of a simpler time called "childhood".
• The scent that flies while flipping the pages of a brand-new book
• The odor of fall when it rains jasmine and yellow leaves.
• A midnight summer rain on an old forsaken tree or some flawless grains of sand on seashore.
• Mom's freshly-baked cookies coming right hot from the tiny oven to feed more mouths that can fit in that oven.
• Vanilla ice cream on top of a piece of hot brownies served with a cinnamon-flavored steamed-milky Nescafe first thing in the morning with the daily bonjour kiss ( I do serve that to myself ).
• Babies & Babes ( in a good non-nasty way ).
• The smell of breaking rules.

For the sake of inhaling the scent of breaking rules I will list down some of the unusual smells that I DON'T like.

• The original Chinese herbal tea.
• Boiled okra & zucchini.
• Streets crowded with angry faces and full-of-pee corners.
• The smell of Celine Dion ( thought I didn't try it yet )

Finally I want to apologize to the nice smells that I didn't mention, and want to say "BITE ME" for those smells that I don't like and didn’t mention.
And just for the fun of it, I'm tagging NOONE on my list unless you badly want to do it.

Chasing Stars

2007-08-15T03:22:00.000+02:00

Men can see the stars when it's darkest, and they follow their path of light, chasing every sparkle in the horizon, knowing that those scriptures of God were put there to guide their indulgence…
But yesterday, it was supposed to be different…
Stars were coming to visit men, to enlighten the sky of their space with millions of falling dreams and colorful hopes.
I thought that stars will be chasing me yesterday,
Hopes were high, but not high enough to meet the stars, but at least they were high enough to meet the dream
I hoped for the stars to fall and I got nothing falling on me, next time I'll hope for the moon to fall so maybe some stars will fall upon me…

Achievements !!!

2007-08-14T02:10:00.000+02:00

The ticking clocks of this dimension told me that I've been away for so long,
The huge hand of the clock on my left notified me of the huge amount of time trying to nudge me forcing me towards thinking of what I've accomplished through out this valuable priceless time of valueless pricy tasks.

Dreaming so big that I met Alice in her wonderland but unfortunately I didn't like her as I thought I would
Meeting what were supposed to be deadlines, but apparently I couldn't make it on time so far, so I haven't met them yet. God I'm wondering how they look like !!
Chasing phony bologny governmental papers, and as usual laws were involved even in the way I wear boxers and the color of them.
Going to the so-called college, doing my so-called exams, and fighting with janitors that are practicing power and paranoia over me inside of the exam halls.
Baking a huge cake, but I don't know why people became green even though it was a creamy red apple cake !!
Watching so much TV as came in doctor's prescription, with of course less news and more humor, and I'm officially up to date with all of south park episodes ( Hugest Achievement )

Pretty good , huh !!

Stretching Out

2007-08-10T21:47:00.000+02:00

Yes, I'm back again after a long break, a long break that I consumed trying to stretch out the daily twenty four hours, trying to stretch my mind to handle all the nonsense that has been tossed around me, stretching my pants to fit my increasing my keg-to-be belly, and stretching my pocket to fit more income supposedly.
But no more stretching, except for this final stretch.
I'm stretching out my body and fingers, getting ready to embrace my babbling habit.
So BEHOLD people.

In The News Today…

2007-06-27T07:16:00.000+02:00

Spirituality wise:
Massive attacks and heavy duty homing missiles have been haunting me lately, till they hit me in the third-eye, unfortunately there are no good third-eye doctors around that I've heard of…

Work wise:
I heard that work sucks, now I'm sure of that, my career is sucking life out of me, and I'm just being a non-productive dude and whining about it...
For some strange reasons, work is stopping at my work-station, just like buses stopping at bus-stations…

Love wise:
Passion rules the game as since ever, but lately I've been facing massive amounts of passion, way much emotions and verdict more than I can really handle…
Even mosquitoes are being extra passionate nowadays.

Life wise:
I finally found out the real meaning of life, it's so freaking awesome, oops sorry, that was caking donut that I found the real meaning of, but anyways life is like a donut, hollow in some places and crunchy in others.

Food wise:
(Thanks to luneh), I received the finest huge chunk of home made chocolate cake from one of my favorite places in Aleppo, this cake is better than sex you guys, it's so freaking awesome, and hey, I'm not planning to share…

Fun wise:
Nothing exquisite, just the casual fun of hanging out, kicking asses, and being called a tease, and of course … poking people in the eye.

Blogging wise:
Hell a lot to blog about, lots of things about dreams, hopes, fears, visionaries and attacks, but I'm not in the mood for it, maybe some commercial break will be nice enough before a good start…

Under Attack Survey…

2007-06-20T11:56:00.000+02:00

I don't know what's in the world!!!
I'm being attacked via my email for an honest post I wrote a while ago…
Is it really worth hate/threat mails you guys? Was I wrong in anything I said? Was I really prejudiced or biased?
Please speak up your minds, hearts, and consciences.
Honesty is required in this survey :P

Taken

2007-06-18T01:00:00.000+02:00

I was walking down a lonely dark street, and suddenly they showed up…
All dressed in black and hugely-built, black suits, black sun glasses, in a black car…
They got their hands on me and started reading my rights…
"We are the upper forces…. We arrest those who leave their blogs for more than fifteen days, and we force them to listen to Celine Dion till they admit they're wrong"
I started screaming … "Please, I know I'm wrong, I admit it, please let me go"
And therefore, I'm here apologizing for being away for a while, but I'm back, it's just the bitchy life has taken me away from some activities lately...
Thanks for all of those who asked about me, I really appreciate that you guys, you all ROCK, you all ROCK real hard :P

Alien Nation

2007-06-01T22:14:00.000+02:00

What have we become?
Walking robots down strange streets filled with tons of generated lights.
Consumers of heavy-duty and micro-tech tools celebrating chaos.
Using more light and less inner vision.
Washing up in more chemicals and less water.
Looking for God on silver screens, or waiting for a materialized huge hand to pat on our shoulder or crush us.
NO
Just like I said no before, I will say no again.
I will keep on enjoying simple flavorful aspects of life.
I will enjoy the smell of jasmine on the trees and on her body.
I will enjoy the sight of a gray morning in autumn, and a bubbly-sea in winter.
I will enjoy the sense of a sincere handshake or a lustful kiss.
I will enjoy the sound of kids play, and old women gossip.
I will enjoy the taste of rain on my lips, and the trance of passion fruit on my tongue.
I will enjoy the hyper-sense of my karma that connects me to the humane-divine.
I will enjoy being a human being, and have pity on those alien robots.

Nonsense… In The Name Of…

2007-05-26T13:17:00.000+02:00

I was still not done with the spooky eyes that kept following me tirelessly for two months, neither with the mayhem done in the name of God, neither with the chaos done in the name of heroism and patriotism, nor the destruction made in the name of remedy.

So I wrote pages and pages but decided not to publish any of them, considering my draft book as a hole that will swallow all the tension and renew me, hoping no bubbles would come out of that hole and screw me up, and I decided to let this hole be in the name of venture.

Now that I'm renewed, I thought I can bring you this story about a dude named "Ominous S. Misfortunate", and the "S" probably stands for "Screwed "…
That dude grew up to learn the life style of his ancestor human beings, and started asking God about the meanings.

Ominous:
What is love?
God:
It's a sweet feeling, go ahead and try it out…
Ominous tried and came back dancing to God questioning:
What is a kiss?
God:
It's a piece of heaven on the lips of both of you…
Ominous tried enjoyably and came back to God questioning:
Ehm, Dear Lord, ah, what is a "making love"?
God:
Mwhahaha, it's a smooth action that lifts you both up.
Ominous reappeared frustrated in five minutes:
Oh God, what is a headache?
God:
It's the price that you have to pay in the name of love…

Ominous's headache developed to become a sophisticated case of hemorrhoids, and he suffered in the name of doing a surgery, and died upon the fact that doctors forgot a pair of scissors up his ass.

I better leave you off with a song that talks about another man that died in the name of love, a different kind of love, love of freedom, I'll leave the microphone to Bono (U2)
Enjoy it in the name of enjoyment.

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come, he to justify
One man to overthrow

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed on an empty beach.
One man betrayed with a kiss

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love...

Lyrics By U2

Feeling Black

2007-05-21T11:58:00.000+02:00

I'm human being, which means I'm chaotic by all default means, But still I'm only into that kind of mayhem that makes sense, this mess is not my type I swear…
Too much chaos and mess, something that I should be used to but it seems that I can not take it any longer.
I try to avoid the overwhelming mess by closing my eyes, but it chases me companying every bit of chaos in this wide world, and they both haunt me through my ears.
.
.
.
Is salvation close?

Feeling Gray

2007-05-19T14:31:00.000+02:00

I don’t know whether it's my eyes, my brain, the weather, or the generic state of mind…

But nowadays, every time I'm trying to act farsightedly, I see the road connected to the sky in the far horizons, and they are all gray, gray sky, gray road, and a gray linear joint connecting them...

The sky is grayed out by the cuddled clouds and the heavy smoke, and the road is grayed out by my eyes, my brain, the weather, or the generic state of mind.

Anyone else is feeling gray?

Tengs … Ya3ny Ten Tags Bel Shami

2007-05-17T08:14:00.000+02:00

Qabbani Tenged me and I'm happily gonna do his tag, w mashy m3allem, elak wa7deh ma3na :P
It's a tag about Ten Simple Pleasures with the following rules…

I have to use the picture in his post.
I have to list exactly 10 points.
I have to tag 3 bloggers when you are done.

And here I go, so buckle your seatbelts…

Breaking rules, and therefore I ain't gonna type exactly ten pleasure neither gonna use his post's picture :P.
As known about me, I love poking people in the eyes.
I'm a tease and I enjoy it.
FOOOOOOOOOOOOD of many different cuisines.
Learning something new and longing for ignorance.
Walking down the old empty alleys of Damascus when it's cold and raining.
Having a minted-chocolate-flavored cappuccino mixed with a bit of coffee-mated-cinnamoned-steamed milk first thing in the morning.
Hanging out with my friends, it's sweet after the suffering of picking a place that is cheap, with good food and service, has hubble-bubbles, close by, and comfy.
Doing my meditation exercises somewhere completely natural, without catching allergies.
Enjoying the real moments of inner peace amongst the illusory so-called-life moments we are living.
I love telling people " Na NaNaNaNa , Ha HaHaHaHa " especially when I write eleven thingies instead of ten thingies :P

I Tag Everyone on my list as usual, and it's an obligation, I will be upset if you don't do it you guys :P
Thanks for bearing with me.

Fright Night.

2007-05-01T21:20:00.000+02:00

… Everyone had their shares, and there was nothing left for him even though he has just been officially born, tearing up his mother nature's womb, encouraged by drums that were humming a song like those played in epic battlefields.
Blessed by the hate and love in his own world, faster than the wind he ran, through the dark of that fright night he ran, to meet an unmet destiny he ran, looking for something he has been craving for his whole life… he ran.
He realized that being born is not about nine months of redemption attempts, neither about listening to life rhythm calling his name for the first time.
He realized that being born is about committing the first sin, provoked by tasting an apple, by opening a Pandora's Box, by savoring immortality, by humbling for basic instincts, by overruling rules, by erasing thin lines.
He realized the starting point and he headed to the ending point, armed with will, persistence, dreams, and diamond-like piercing eyes, breaking the first thin line with his weapons, to meet them on the other side, and as expected, they were there, waiting for him patiently fully armed.
Hungry demons, howling and pawing on the floor, standing there, waiting in lines, with their flaming wings folded beneath their solid blackened shell, and their filthy nails whetted hungrily for a prey.
He greeted them as they put a white gown on his shoulders and a white blindfold on his eyes, and enthroned him like a newly-born baby on a black carpet, and used the wind blown by their black prayers to fly him over to his destiny that he desired.
Skies, horizons, winds and grains of sand, all tried to stop his progress, but the demons were way more powerful, fed on his blindfolded desire to meet destiny.
Destiny's royal court guards announced his arrival, as his carpet-throne landed next to the glorious throne of destiny, making him feel weak in the knees to drop down to his knees and print a kiss on the hand of destiny.
Destiny blessed him, and chuckled evilly with a wide grin, and a huge scream saying… "Let the rituals being".

Celebrating Elections Fever.

2007-04-25T02:58:00.000+02:00

Forgive my rudness, but I had to share this...
It felt so right

A Candidate With A Bra

2007-04-19T02:56:00.000+02:00

Her eyes were hazel-green, so sincere, shiny and innocent.
Her skin was as smooth as a baby's freckled back, and as creamy as milk.
Her milky body was a hell of a something to talk about, clad very beautifully with a colorful demi-cup bra.
Amongst the photos of all fame buyers and prize hunters, her portrait was hanging there giving people some hope, telling she was different, any maybe willing to tell some truth.
Oops, my mistake, damn, it's not what I thought! She is really different.
She was a fairy-tale character in an ad for bras!

Spooky Eyes To Lead.

2007-04-14T16:53:00.000+02:00

Time : 2:00 AM
Date : Some day before the parliament elections.
Place : The once-friendly now-scary alleys of Damascus.

I was walking there all alone, listening to the sound of my heart ticking, and the rhythm of my feet stepping, and the nonsense of my brain talking.
Surrounded and blinded by thousands of fooling lights, and even millions of eyes, eyes inside pictures and photographs ruining the spontaneous decoration of the damascene walls.
The ghost of propaganda haunted me, as I was stepping faster to get home where there are none of these eyes to freak me out.
A strange thing that I noticed while I was running, that those mafia eyes looked pretty the same, except for one difference that can split them in two groups.

1- Eyes of the candidates that looked away, saying "I don’t give a rat's ass about you dude".
2- Eyes of the candidates that looked right at me, saying "I've got my eyes on you, and I'm going to suck your freaking blood.

In both cases, those eyes were so spooky and scary which made me run faster,
Faster than three horses and a camel running on the highway with a bunch of people on top of them singing a hypnotizing song of "vote for someone that you don’t have a freaking idea who he/she is"

Bloggers Becoming Leaders

2007-04-11T23:32:00.000+02:00

If all bloggers became Leaders, who would be the led people?!
Thanks to my friend Abu Fares, and unfortunately for you, I was forced to reveal the evil plans that I was hiding for this world.
A simple test to show what kind of a leader that I'm, I did with shaky hands praying I won't be Saddam Hussein, and fortunately I wasn't.
I was Mother Teresa :| which I can not even dream to be,
So I manipulated the results with some twist (I'm not the first to do such a thing :P), and I was represented as Bill Clinton,

Test Of : What Famous Leader Are You?
Not a love story between me and Bill Clinton!
personality tests by similarminds.com

Hmm, can you see the resemblance?
Naaah, deeply I know, I ROCK more.
I tag EVERYONE on my list on the right, and if you guys didn't do it, Monica Lawinsky's ghost and mine will haunt you at night and you know how it might end.

Long Time No Sea.

2007-04-09T03:43:00.000+02:00

For me, it was a wide open blue space, unknown fields and gates of unknown kingdoms with pearls and mythological creatures, but still, the best place to sit alone and feel warm inside my cold body, to sit and dream and dream and dream, till I'm awakened by their warm hoarse voices singing.
Straw wide hats were hiding most of their grey hair, brunette wrinkles were drawn upon their faces every time they smiled back to the sea.
The sea smiled to them every time he saw them coming towards him with their fishnets and their lunch-time sandwiches made by their loving wives,
The sea loved them, and blew kisses on their old boats, and on their old bodies, as they were singing an old song telling how much they loved the sea, while pulling their gears towards the shore in one rhythm and one will.
An old song that only they and the sea knew, it was as old as the sea, as old as the proud rocks that cuddled the sea with every tide, as old as their home-made wine.
It was very old, unlike that young woman that walked there elegantly in her long gown, with a basket on her head hiding her henna-dyed hair, her face was purer than snow, and her lips were prettier than an April's well-grown red apple.
The sea loved her too, and approached to dance by her feet shyly, as the lady smiled at one of the young men assuring that she is still totally his, her eyes were asking him not to be jealous of the almighty sea, but he couldn’t help it through his fire-like heart beats.
They all pack, and go back home, except for the sea, that stays there waiting patiently for their singing the next day.
They all go back home to freeze the fishies, and send them over to Damascus, to let the ungrateful me have a frozen fish meal on dinner which I didn’t quite enjoy as much as I enjoyed these spontaneous images within my head.

"I simply just miss the sea" would have described perfectly my whole craving but still I've chosen to write all of this nonsense.

Fight

2007-03-31T23:43:00.000+02:00

Some people fight for freedom, some fight for peace of mind, some fight to be the best, the richest, the whateverst.
I had a huge fight today, a fight against a mind puzzle
It was an ugly fight, a 1st grade battle, I first thought it was easy and gave a wrong solution, but then it turned out a hell of a puzzle.
Talking of total loss, fragments of my brain, and three hours of mind working out.
If you are into mind puzzles, spend some time and pay a visit to my friend's Rida's mind puzzle.
Try solving it or get teased to the bone

N.B: Na na na na naaa , Ha ha ha ha haaa :P

300 Against The Flow.

2007-03-28T21:49:00.000+02:00

Once again, I was against the flow.
I was walking in a road of my own, walking with confident steps, uncaring about the propaganda, ignoring the obscenity of media.
Maybe there were more people in that route that was crowded with emptiness, but I haven’t met any yet.
I was floating around, staring at the crammed overpopulated other side of the world, lots of strange masked ideas that were against my beliefs, against my principles, against my will, but I bowed with total respect to them without bending my beliefs even a bit.
But still, they laid their blaming eyes on me, for not having the same ideas that they had, for not using the same methodology of consuming brains that they use, so they kept lashing my spirit with their piercing eyes, and kept shooting me with guilt and disrespect arrows.
Have you ever been in such a state of mind?... I'm sure you had, since you use your freaking head, and the tiny insignificant brain-cells that live in there eating parts of your body.
300 is the name of the movie that awakened this in me.
300 minutes were wasted of my time yesterday, 150 minutes of watching, and extra 150 minutes of discussing what I've seen.
300 sadistic heartless soldiers, killing bunches of 300's mercilessly, ripping them apart, splitting heads and parts of bodies as easy as flicking a finger.
300 millions of circus freaks fighting against each other for showing who is stronger, who is better, who is Godder, something totally humane, but done in quite a disgusting way.
300 of "screw you sincerely!" sentences I said since I started watching the movie.
Once again I was fought against for my ideas, so for all of those Iranian people that wanted to grab some attention by revolving the movie around them, and for all of those who fought me against my ideas about not liking the movie, I'm not gonna respect your opinion, and I'll be once again against the flow, and make it more than 300,
So for 301 times "Screw you sincerely!".