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Get Out: A Different Review
When I first saw the trailer for this film, what must have been several months ago, as the result of what I seem to recall was quite an insistent online marketing campaign, I was decidedly unimpressed. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm not a huge fan of horror films and, although Get Out's trailer presented at least a hint of something novel, the general impression I took away was one of the formulaic. It wasn't until just recently that I decided after all to give the film a chance, based upon the glowing reviews I'd seen across the web and the sense that this was more than just another horror centred around jump scares, gross outs, and a discordant soundtrack.
Liam BatesPublished 7 years ago in GeeksTour Guide
Find me on the peripheryof that central square,where pigeons swarmfor scraps of food andlarge, air-conditionedbuses from the airportdump their squinting andsweating passengersinto the hot, yellow light.I'm trying to carve out a nicheas a depressed tour guide:entirely unenthusiasticand tiredly cynicalabout my unvarying circuitof the city.'There's anotherchurch ortemple orshop orbar or...
Liam BatesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLove For Astronauts
A science teacher of mine once told me That nothing is ever actually touching anything Because the electrons of our atoms push each other apart.
Norrin ShearerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAbused
You worthless bitch; I wish you would die. Get out of my face wench; why must you cry? As my body crashes to the ground, you bash my head in.
Meagan burnsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Angry Black Girl
No, you cannot touch my hair, No, you cannot stare, I am not an animal in a zoo, But I’m often mistaken as one by you Mistaken as that loud, sassy, nappy haired black girl over there,
Homebody HippyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow to Sing Better Instantly
It’s been said that any person capable of speaking is also capable of singing. However, certainly not everyone is capable of singing
Alice MinguezPublished 7 years ago in BeatThe Night
The night is a flame in which my hope burns; staring at the stars, I wait for the shadows tell me your secrets; in the sky, quiet, a wedding procession.
Luis Ignacio MarínPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAngel of darkness
It was a night like in a dream. Sit back and relax as I tell you the theme. It was warm, with a hint of breeze; the moonlight aiming to appease. The ocean waves crashed at my feet. Then outward bound they would retreat. The dolphins played in the light of the moon. Splishing and splashing and singing a tune. I sat to listen for awhile. I buried my feet in a cold sand pile. As I stared out upon the scene, I inhaled the air that smelled so clean. As I squished the sand between my toes, I then heard a voice say "excuse me. I don't mean to impose". "Wow", I said. "You gave me quite the scare. I did not see you standing there". "Tell me the way to heaven", she said. "I am afraid I've been mislead". "Whatever do you mean", I asked. Then suddenly like a vapor she had passed. Quickly, she had vanished into thin air. Nothing was left but one strand of hair. I picked it up and noticed it was no hair at all; it was a fragment of a feather, ever so small.
Meagan burnsPublished 7 years ago in Poets