Glass

I'm resting with my back pressed against the leather chair,toes stretched out with a novel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.For a moment a sharp sound from outside surprises me and my mind slips,then there is a shattering sound.Pieces of glass lay next to the chair,in huge chunks and tiny spears that look fatal.Like they could pierce into the skin,swim through veins to pierce a happily beating heart.And so this is what has become to the world,even pieces of glass has personal vendettas to settle.I should be finding a broom to clean the glass off the floor,but my first instinct is to run upstairs to get the camera.Two minutes later,the maid walks into the living room to find me kneeling on the floor at one corner with my bottom crudely perched in the air.There's a very particular angle I want for the picture I'm about to take.So I bend my body a bit,move the chair slightly and wait until the clouds move as to have ample light,sweating a bit from all this hardcore yoga.I look over my shoulder to see the maid,a worried look across her face-she doesn't turn around,instead she walks backwards and shuts the door until it clicks.

Hancock,the new Will Smith movie-looks terrible,but hey surely some good can come out of a Michael & Rita reunion.Yeay for MRFs.The latest Dark Knight poster (via FirstShowing),this is going to be huge.


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