Monday, January 3, 2011

THE BEAVER MEETS THE BIRDS

I walked in late to my second look at REGAL's 2:40 pm screening of TRUE GRIT Sunday, and sat down in back behind some of the A-lister crew working on that new James Franco shoot up around the White River dam wilderness. Not just because I wanted to see Mattie give the Dude a couple nice and tight finger-licking smoke jobs, before he rides her [for Miley Montana's sake] in the end long and hard on top of L' Blackie in the end. Confirmed by an old red beat up 240 SX with a used white door replacement that passed me on the way back by the Main Street temple mount Monday with a used season 4 DVD of the FRIENDS cast in their 29s tucked in by saddle pack. But I seemed to remember seeing a White Horse Prophecy mount in the Fort Smith, ARK remake that could not wait to be reported on this two witnesses blog. Sure enough, it was the gangster 'Lucky Ned' who was riding the thing in the scene right before Mattie shoots Cheney.

Which was as plainly confirmed as a simple Kenyan hospital birth certificate by the God of earthquakes in Sunday's 3.9 orgasm at 2:40 pm Bonney Lake time off the REV.13 coast of L'Blackie's landmarks, like Capetown, [Jesse Jackson's] Rainbow Ridge, [Martin Luther] King Mtn Range, and Redway. Because that 357 MAGNUM P.I. Hawaii 666 quake during my first screening happened along the 39 latitude line. That was confirmed shortly thereafter by a 4.5 COLT blaster near Beaver, Utah on the 5:06:36 am anniversary of the May 6 White Horse Prophecy on the ten virgins' birthday of the 55 year-old co-star of THE BEAVER sidekick.

Per [Mr] Oscarsson dying in a sudden day 1290 Oslo Accords fire in Sweden, per the Coens' Scandinavian day 1290 [Grand Rapids] FARGO reference to all those herring loving Scandinavians in Seattle who still take the SEATTLE TIMES without a grain of organic sea salt, per the two dumb fuck hosts of the OSCARS this year, per the prophetic Kevin Costner [129 min.] OSCARS assassination film entitled THE BODYGUARD meets LONDON BLVD, per the little wiener dog on Evergreen Drive named Oscar who always runs up and tries to bite me every time his Frank DiAmore [Frank Love] look alike owner let's him out, per Monday's rare 3.7 quake near Leeds at 9:03:09 per Mattie sleeping with the EZE.37 bones in TRUE GRIT.

GSR/TWN

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