I’m braver than a lot of people.
I use my name.
I don’t hide between pictures.
But that’s a hindrance. It would be so much more safer to be personal under the bullet-proof vest of anonymity.
No. Wrong metaphor.
Wrong metaphor, wrong timing.
Gotham is not Metropolis. Gotham deserves Batman- a man who will resort to anything to save a worm-infested city; while Metropolis has Superman- a boy scout with awful fashion sense who knows the world needs him more than Metropolis does.
Karachi is our Gotham, now all we need is Bruce Wayne.
Can you hold the phone baby, there’s another newsflash.
There are sprinkles on my brother’s birthday cake. I added them to keep it from looking anemic- Heaven knows why the only flavor of anything he eats is vanilla. There’s only so much white I can take, and only so much darkness. Though I am a chocolate fiend I’d still prefer an Angel food cake rather than the Devil’s.
And you can hear gunfire outside.
Screw Tarantino. Violence is NEVER aesthetic.