INDIANA JONES: THE CASPIAN PRINCE, A STORY OF SEX IN THE CITY AFTER COUNTING CARDS AND PANDAS THAT ARE PREDOMINANTLY NOT MAOIST/TAOIST OR BUDDHIST BUT KNOW KUNG-FU

And then I shrugged and atlas besides me looked on in envy.

“Hey Atlas! there aint nothing to be envious about, as much as I would like to take the weight of the world on my shoulders I really cant , this damn denim jacket is all the weight I can carry for now.”

Whilst I have been neatly folded into the corner of obscurity which I seem have found a common place in, sitting idly in the perfect 10:2 tantric pose of perfect equilibrium and chi, I realized that the lord all mighty (of celluloid) Lucaspeibergtarentideltoro had spoken to me and in my dream, I was given the power to decipher the truth behind the philosophy behind the great summer HOLLYWOOD release

Bear with me as this ode goes out to all out there who will join me in the revolution to stream pirated movies rather than pay for the real deal.

(It’s a joke I really do pay for all my movies, I’m HIP I even wear me johns really low, honest ask anyone )

Oh tis time again for the heat and the sweat,
Where all around the red carpet is whet.
To digest something so profound and true
Nothing beats the post Oscars hue.
A time when a movie can be what it is,
A dash of CGI and some scripted bliss.
For all of those who need get away,
Why not let Hollywood have her say.
We begin with Narnian and the prince of the sea,
Of children who finally have learnt of birds and bees.
Pander us with this incredulous tale,
Of pubescent children and a lions mane.
The voices have cracked and the balls now dropped,
Only to hope that Prince Caspian has a real mop.
Turn the pages of this epic’s incredible trailer,
Only to realize you know the entire plot two minutes later.
Well all being said we could always watch another,
Maybe Sex and the city is a whole lot better.
Oh shiver me timbers when I think of SJP,
And that other woman whose not scared to show her T**ties.
There is nothing better than a tale of horse faced lass,
For all us guys there are cliffnotes if we run outta gas.
Exact moments when we should gasp and sign,
And exactly when we can let our manhood slip by.
If my man you are but turned,
Remember not to touch me cause cooties are contagious and they burn.
To make up for this disaster lets suck it in and watch a show,
How about ol Indian jones and his “Im 65 glow”.
I hear its got martians and Incas and stuff,
With enough testosterone to get us all buff.
Crystal skulls and an actress his age,
Man there is no way we are gonna watch this one for the babe.
I hear there are a couple of moments ok maybe three,
Where the action in the movie might be lovely,
But then combined with all the other shebang
I think I might just switch to the poker swindling gang.
Watch out MIT nerds just got cool,
The herd just hit las vegas fresh outta school.
Don’t look at me, I aint gonna lie,
Who wouldn’t want to make a movie about the card counting five.
I hear its loosely based on a true story,
So loose that there is time for sex amidst all the cash crunching glory.
Im sure the dialogue is as real as Magna cum laude’s speak,
Ooey pie to the fifth polynomial that the word on the street.
In hip hop its all about who and who is gonna bounce,
In the world of 21 its taylor polynomials that trounce that count.
Darn my cynicisms for today are all dry ,
But on the bright side I got my SATC tickets on the first try

Sigmond the first superhero economist (theres a thought Hollywood – you could name it INFLATION …coming JULY 2008)