#flunkyou

LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON FOLKS! We the Unsullied Led by the Undecided To Kill the Unbelievers Die for who gives a fuck The charade kick-starts with a birds-eye view of Eunuch and the whole army of the

Beyond The Wall of Shuthehellupitsfreezing Our little party of nine (aren't they all magnificent) has bravely gone through the gate in the wall and into the snowy nothingness that exists beyond the wall,

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Spaniards Well, this looks optimistically idyllic, doesn't it? The reflective, shimmering but still waters of the lake, the trees meddling with the rocks as they climb

[On viewing the intro scene in total once more] It's all so serious, isn't it? We are overlooking a dark brown plain. A long convoy of horse-drawn carriages, accompanied by riders on horseback stretches

Rolling, long waves. Seagulls, screeching. A boat, mooring into ample, puffy mounds of amber sand. Safely washed ashore, Jon “I'm slow and it shows” Snow, his companion and their men stand face to face

It's night-time and it's raining. From out beyond comes the roll of thunder and soon after the prickling of falling rain. Dark sea waves flounder below as cameras above turn and dolly towards a cliff face,

I'm obliged to inform you that we seem to be present as uninvited and unseen guests to a house party. An old man (hereby affectionately referred to as “old-fuck”) appears to be head of the house-party

I've stayed away from television for many years now. It was a conscious decision on my part and it was handily supported by my coming-of-age environment, being a student abroad, not affording many luxuries,

There is one simple thing that you must understand, Mr. Anderson, and that is humanity would have long drawn its final breath, if it wasn’t for our congenial intervention. Please note that we were not

My fellow Custodians. We, or to place it more aptly, each and every one of us, you, me, he, she and everyone perplexing on the nether edges or flummoxing in the in-between, have yet to achieve greatness

Past lives would have me call myself A man But there is no "M" anymore, it is gone Replaced by ugliness Senor Martinez, chop down your sweet talk Save me with your miracle work Reduce and then

Inside four walls My bed used to be, there And there, and there, over in the corner, across the TV Apparently these random haggard years Were used as placeholders While I was busy practicing, rearranging

Great things always come in pairs You can't get smashed the night before Without harbouring a smashing headache the day After the fray It's all part of the process, and if you unwind the reel Long enough

He looks at them funny and then tells them straight About the heebie-jeebies tainting his betting stakes The girls would all love him if he was a tad taller Would all jump up around and then give him a

Holy Decree A mother expects of herself to take care of her Son A wife expects of herself to be taken care by the Mother's son Such a discrepancy would be optimally and logically Bugged out If you were

The day before yesterday, at 10 o'clock in the morning, I was standing in front of the entrance of an old apartment block in my hometown. I had a key in my pocket and that key belonged to the front door

A clear cut Milhouse detective Worn jeans, tainted shirt Remnants of countless walls painted While painstakingly waiting for A stakeout To resolve itself into terror via gunshots He says he never took

There are always hidden surprises Where there are no obvious expectations There is always a sense of defiance In having to deal with abrupt confrontations And the commute just takes too long And the lines