It's 3 am on a Monday and there's all kinds of papers on the office desk...some with notes, scribbles, marks, others with names, telephone numbers, spilled ink blots or coffee stains.
I have a terrible headache and a terrible urge to watch a shitty movie. I start browsing through some Jean Claude Van Damme ones- wow Hard Target, that's a great one- then some 80s sorority teen sex comedies by DeCoteau, then Con-Air, then Face-Off, then National Treasure, then Drive Angry and as the headache gets worse the room turns into an aquarium, all papers floating, all markers coloring the water purple and red and black and fluorescent yellow, and of all the melting visions it is Nic Cage with all his hair from all his movies in one picture, and all his mustaches
and his brows go up and down and GOD his is so mesmerizing I'm utterly frozen in my chair--
his eyes oh HIS eYeSs HIS EYES THEY BURN MOTHER THEY BURN SO MUCH
ICANSEETHETRUTHTHELIGHTYOUTHECAGEOFEVERYTHING____ ___ _
...so this is a set of wonderful merchandise, never to see the light of day. There are multiple reasons for that. In fact, three reasons:
a) beauty beyond description. Should they ever go on sale, the price would be astronomical
b) Mr Cage would never allow usage of his divine face on everyday objects or clothing. That would be pure sacrilege
c) to offer such goods to the people, would instantly cause the markets to collapse.
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