love eddie hearn reminds me of the window salesmen in white gold his dad is briefly mentioned i think kek
Dylan Russell
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
>World war x >28 days/weeks later >Contagion >Outbreak
Looking for more movies like this lads?
Nolan Gonzalez
Why don't you all just give up and accept defeat?
I do payments processing and shit in a bank. I am surrounded by poos and pakis (although rather less right now) and they all breed like rabbits. The accounts are whiter and older, and every day I see a load of Ms Too Old To have Kids Now Spinsters accounts and at least one Mr now Mrs Cut My Own Cock Off.
It seems like a random slice off middle income Britain passes across my screen, and it is just so fucking depressing.