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Science > Philosophy |
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"Murphoid" |
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05 Sep 2006 09:39:02 AM |
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Who says that western culture is philisophically dead? |
I saw last night the most philisophical movie that I have ever seen. I
speak of course of the masterpiece "Snakes on a plane."
The movie begs the time old question, do we not all have in some way
snakes on all our planes? Have we all not indeed had it with all of
our motherfucking snakes, on all of our motherfucking planes?
How do we live with our snakes? Do we hide from them using our
inflatable rafts? Do we confront them with our phallicly powerful
"Guns"? Or do we pitch poodles at them, trying to justify our cowardly
actions by comparisons to others dastardly actions?
Indeed this movie has moved me in so many ways. Who says that art is
dead?
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| User: "Wanker" |
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| Title: Re: Who says that western culture is philisophically dead? |
05 Sep 2006 10:17:06 AM |
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Murphoid wrote:
I saw last night the most philisophical movie that I have ever seen. I
speak of course of the masterpiece "Snakes on a plane."
The movie begs the time old question, do we not all have in some way
snakes on all our planes? Have we all not indeed had it with all of
our motherfucking snakes, on all of our motherfucking planes?
How do we live with our snakes? Do we hide from them using our
inflatable rafts? Do we confront them with our phallicly powerful
"Guns"? Or do we pitch poodles at them, trying to justify our cowardly
actions by comparisons to others dastardly actions?
Indeed this movie has moved me in so many ways. Who says that art is
dead?
Me. I say art is dead. Or rather - art was never alive and the humans
who normally bring it alive are too busy being dead in the brain to
bring art to life any more.
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| User: "" |
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| Title: Re: Who says that western culture is philisophically dead? |
05 Sep 2006 09:34:58 PM |
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Wanker wrote:
Murphoid wrote:
I saw last night the most philisophical movie that I have ever seen. I
speak of course of the masterpiece "Snakes on a plane."
The movie begs the time old question, do we not all have in some way
snakes on all our planes? Have we all not indeed had it with all of
our motherfucking snakes, on all of our motherfucking planes?
How do we live with our snakes? Do we hide from them using our
inflatable rafts? Do we confront them with our phallicly powerful
"Guns"? Or do we pitch poodles at them, trying to justify our cowardly
actions by comparisons to others dastardly actions?
Indeed this movie has moved me in so many ways. Who says that art is
dead?
Me. I say art is dead. Or rather - art was never alive and the humans
who normally bring it alive are too busy being dead in the brain to
bring art to life any more.
No movie needed here. Lots of copperheads here on the ranch. Could
call it "Snakes on a Ranch" I suppose, but as Richard Nixon admonished,
"It would be wrong!"
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