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And, so I did.

My wife, my savior, my everything. Her name is Sam, so of course I managed to work a Lord of the Rings reference into our wedding vows. I wish everyone I know could find their Sam. Stop settling for fucking Boromir.

This Week’s Tunes 23/03/25

Welcome to our weekly post dedicated to what each member of the team has been listening to. Delve into the inner workings of what comes out of the speaker at Fox Reviews Rock HQ! What’s more is that every song in these posts will end up on a dedicated Spotify playlist. Meaning you can catch […]

Casual Observations.

This week was a wonderful one for open mic. The manager asked if I had any songs about Jesus. I did “Here I go again” by Whitesnake. Oh, lord, I pray you’ll give me strength to carry on, ’cause I know what it means, to walk along the lonely street of dreams. She said it […]

Stop.

Stop lusting after popularity and just write. I’d ask you to come back and tell us how you felt, but you won’t. You won’t come back. Spoiler: it’s a springtime morning on grandma’s porch swing. You’re seven and you have a handful of Animal Crackers. It’s that good.

Rev-iew: Nosferatu (2024)

As with most “popular” horror films aka anything begging for Hot Topic merchandising, I waited four months to watch this film. I like Lily Depp when she’s working with Harley Smith. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about her being in such an iconic production. Translation: I waited for it to reach […]

Rev. Plays Portal – Complete Playthrough

Straight through this CRAZY game!

Happy Accidents

There’s birds chirping outside on this beautiful Dallas afternoon. It would be kind of strange if all the birds were chirping on the inside, whether physically or within their bird minds. I just wanted to specify. The Friday prerogative. Did you know that no one ever used that word in a sentence until Bobby Brown […]

6 From 5’7″

The extreme with zero theme. None.

Snippets (a poem)

Here and there A sight or sound So up you sprang And soon, fall down You’ll lay eternal Lingering stench From highest swing To old man’s bench Observing all Retaining none Where goes the time All out of fun Each step, a sigh Each night, the last Each meal, the same Each new, the past […]

Poetic Much?

I cleaned out my bottom drawer, slapped a cover on it, patted it on the butt, and wished it well.