So I told my roomie about that dream.
And then there was accidental doodling.
Shit I am supposed to be doing this stupid review not drawing this self indulgent tripe and now I want to write a crack one-shot of Keaton and Chaplin being secretly super spies and Harold Lloyd is like Q or something somebody shoot me before it’s too late.
So last night’s sleep-cinema involved riding up a waterfall that was stuck in reverse and feeding a dragon a particular species of caterpillar to stop it from having the hiccups, but I think the best part was where it suddenly turned into a WW2 thriller movie with Buster Keaton as the main spy for MI6.
…
What the actual what.
Well, I guess that’s my headcanon for what he was really doing in the 1940’s now.
Hard Luck, 1921 (dir. Edward F. Cline, Buster Keaton)
Guh. How can a guy be this attractive when he’s been reduced to three tones, cheekbones and eyelids?
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