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A Review for the movie Ride Along
What's up, this is a review comin' from Raziline, AKA Raz, to you. I am here to review the movie Ride Along. It had everything youse could really want. It had comedy, action, plot twists, and a whole lot more. I recommend you go an' see it and, after you do, I'll get back with ya'
Lucidly DreamingWouldn't it be nice?
Wouldn't it be?
Be nice to escape this disillusioning world and...
....create one's own?
Really, I think it would be
It weren't a dream
I'm a lucid dreamer, you see
And, as I sleep, I make a new world
A world that isn't so dreary
Listen, I want out of this one
But, the freedom in which I crave cannot be attained
I want out but....
....I'll have to settle for lucidly dreaming
Lucid Dreams VII: egamI rorriMHello there
I knew you'd arrive here
After all, you've looked into the mirror
maerd ym ot rorrim ehT
You looked into the mirror
And, now, there is no escape
You're trapped in my realm
I dreadfully apologize, really I do
But, when I awake, you won't
I wonder, when you came here?
?noitcelfer ruoy saw tahW
I am dying to know, really
Actually, don't tell me!
You don't have to tell me, really you don't
I know what you saw
You saw your bloody handprints
The handprints you left behind
Trying to get out
You saw yourself being trapped here and trying to escape
You're a fool
Thinking you could escape!
!eurt yltsenoh ,em esuma uoY
You are now your own reflection
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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