I got to get put to sleep as a surgeon
tore open my body and removed a piece of it.
Not exact matches
Like Ridley Scott's Black Hawk Down (based, unlike this, on real events),
Tears of the Sun
opens with documentary footage of random shootings and maimed
bodies to validate its (in this case) spurious reality.
And the big stately one — the alpha male, the one Rin named Gray, his
body a streak of muscle, his coat marked in sweeps of black and charcoal — walks beside her with Juney's fingers nestled into the thick fur of his back, his jaw
open and slavering, ready to
tear off the head of anyone who so much as looks at her.
BUT, deary, there's something you've got to add to that
body of work that can't be measured in a physical manner, there is no lawyerly «proof» — the laughter you have given to others (personally, to
tears for me and my son...) the ideas of changing business to have it mean something,
opening up creative channels to the deadening grind of commerce... you know, the fluffy stuff.