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Source: warincubus
Staring at the orange wall,
No warm rays from the sun.
A gentle memory slowly falls;
Reaching steady for a gun.
A long time coming I must say,
Not happy like my yesterday.
A cocky hunter knelt to pray,
Searching for another way.
Staring at the orange wall,
Unable to glimpse clear blue.
Waiting for her sirens call,
To cook my rotted blood through.
My face exhausted, the well’s run dry;
A tear of blood escapes my eye.
I choose the hour for which to die,
To fix my wings so I can fly.
Staring at the orange wall,
My face is twisted sick.
I Cannot cope with the changing tide,
But I offer up a trick:
“Look at your father, silly man.
Have you forgot the master plan?
Work is love in a rusted can
But this can change for you.
“You see, life is full of bloody strife
And it can be ended with a knife.
But fuck that shit, I say choose life!
Your heart’s strength knows the truth.”
Breaking away from the orange wall,
Finding myself reborn.
For now I nurse a simple life,
Wearing a crown of thorns

Source: gunslinger-radioWhat Would Brian Boitano Do? [South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut] - Trey Parker, Matt Stone, & Marc Shaiman
Source: hudizzle“Harrison Ford was suffering from dysentery (at this point in filming) and did not want to shoot a fight scene between Indiana and a swordsman. He said to Spielberg “Let’s just shoot the fucker.” Spielberg agreed, scrapped the rest of the fight scene, and filmed the gag of Indiana quickly gunning down the swordsman.” - Wikipedia