Like a phoenix that’s lit itself on fire to be reborn like a furless rat squirming around in burnt flesh and feathers, Costner has risen yet again. He teases, he toys and then he delivers—or says he is highly confident he will deliver by October at the latest.
This is his dream machine, his machine dream. His dreams are of a world run by machines where we live on barges in the middle of a world covered with water. This explains why he has spent the last 17 years of his life in a submarine bunker floating in the deep parts of lake superior, just planning—planning and experimenting and occasionally watching baseball games and golf tournamets. He has spent 17-years dreaming of his machine dream and now he has risen like a breeching killer whale ready to separate the oily heads of baby seals from their 80% water trunks. Named the V20, Costner’s machine dream is as powerful as two Ford E-350 full sized vans. It’ll suck up water an oil and anything found in that oil and water like a black hole—it’ll suck up the whole gulf and divide the water and oil so that only the northern half of the Gulf of Mexico will be black but the southern half will be bluish and maybe a little red from the all the animals separated into there two essential parts—water and oil.
Costner lives in a dualistic universe, where subtlety has no place. Good is good. Bad is bad. Water is water and oil is oil and that part of the whale goes north and that part of the whale goes south. But he gets shit done. Or is highly confident that shit will get done soon. In October at the latest we think.
“Water is water and oil is oil and that part of the whale goes north and that part of the whale goes south”
can not stop laughing bro
“lulz”