Brain Soup

All I keep doing these days is think of 'Prometheus', always 'Prometheus', and I think it's beginning to melt my waking states into a muddled, befuddled mush of messy, brow beaten, sludge pudding that's oozing in and out of every crevice behind my weak, tired, exhaustion riddled eyeballs as they peruse page after page of the same tiny tidbits of scraps of nothing we get for this movie, debating endlessly the ins and outs of things we know little to nothing about along with the comings and goings of actors and actresses under contractual agreement to tell us absolutely nothing while we sift and wait and sift and wait and I'm losing my cotton pickin' mind here over all this stuff I'm obsessed with consuming on this slow and steady march to June with this movie I'm dieing to see, literally dieing a slow and painful death of anticipation in my wooden chair, in front of my computer with everyhting sloshing about upstairs on its way down my throat, through my tearducts, mouth and nose onto my lap.................................................................I hate Brain soup.