Elizabeth, it is known and apparent that academic assignments to be completed following regular school hours do indeed gratify you. Is it within your current ability to enter credentials and information into this form?

I see reason to comply with your request, father. However, I shall agree only if you accept my offer: that is, to heed and observe the poem I have drafted, written, and completed some short amount of time before this current moment.

In my exasperation, I grunt! But, a deal is a deal.

"Meditations on Turning Eight", by Elizabeth Marie Simpson.
>At one point a feline named Snowball was in my possession.
>Alas, she perished! Alas, she perished!
>My mother led me to believe and assume that the feline had merely chosen to rest as most animals periodically rest.
>Alas, it was falsehood! Alas, it was falsehood!
>I ask from the bottom of my heart, why must that wonderful cat have departed this earthly realm?
>Could the Chrysler automotive that facilitated Snowball's demise have sealed my mortality in lieu?
>Now begins a similar tale involving a small caged rodent named Snuffy. He perished-

Phooey on you, daughter of mine! We may have made a deal but I cannot be a part of it now that I have seen the extent of these terms!

Mate Ricks

In a Glass Cage (1986): I came to this movie with a lot of expectations and not a lot of them were met. Honestly this is just vibes. Comfy-ass movie, idk. Shots are pretty awesomely composed, scenes are paced pretty well, sound design's great, uuuuh it's blue as hell? I don't mind the grading. I guess I was supposed to be paying attention to the obvious symbolism, though? I was too distracted thinking Angelo looked like Dante from DmC. My wife thought he looked like the scout from TF2. I guess we both expected a lot more graphic rapes and what have you. Nothing was really exciting about this movie. The best scene is in the first act where Angelo is the only thing that's causing Klaus to breathe. Like, you get it, it's as sweet as it gets, you've got your perfect visual metaphor about how a child would feel about his abuser. Escalate from here. But it does not happen, instead it's a steady climb along the exact trajectory you'd expect. Not notable, I guess, at least not as notable as the fact that Angelo's fit was kinda fly throughout the movie! Though, really, Griselda was really the one serving cunt with her outfits. But my favorite character in the whole thing was the balcony railing of the hacienda - I swear it receives more screen time than Klaus. Hey now, is this thing about pedophiles or railophiles??? Heyoo! Truth be told I wanted to come here and say "this is as good as Paw Patrol: The Movie" because it would have been funny to me in how flippant of a statement it would've been. Unfortunately, I kind of can't. Considering what each movie is trying to accomplish in its respective genre, it is with a sad heart I must pronounce that Paw Patrol: The Movie still reigns supreme.

Mr. Popper's Penguins (2011): This movie is a lot like In a Glass Cage! It's blue. It differs from In a Glass Cage in that it sucks shit. I guess there were no penguins in the former movie either, but... Less significant detail. I watched this thing twice and it still sucked shit. That's about it.

Mr. Magoo (1997): What fuckin' business does this flick have sitting at 9% on Rotten Tomatoes when the movie with the farting penguin is at motherfucking FIFTY?! It's funnier by an order of magnitude. I guess the former has appeal to sad sack piece of shit parents who feel guilty about not loving their children enough, but I'm here to tell you this one's actually for the kids instead of nominally-for-the-kids-but-really-for-their-parents-and-also-a-Jim-Carrey-vehicle. I've been watching the old George of the Jungle cartoons, and Underdog and Super Chicken and all the rest of 'em, and this film hits that slapstick sensibility so damn well. Idk if it's exactly like the Mr. Magoo cartoon? It feels more like a regular Leslie Nielsen comedy movie, but I abide nonetheless. In light of this masterpiece, it's downright embarrassing how Popper's Penguins motions to Chaplin classics - they're played on Popper's TV in several scenes. Fuck you, you didn't earn that. Go watch a Laurel and Hardy short one more time then get back to me.

Now, if We Can Juxtapose How the Ensemble of Various Musical Artists play their Parts to Make such Beautiful Music Together, each on Que of Each Other, in Life...And especially, In Governance.  Perhaps, one can See the Importance and Impact of Their Duties and Responsibilities, as well as the Resulting Relationships and Success…”Practice makes Perfect,” So I’ve heard…Wars of Death and Destruction.  Or, a Beautiful “Hallelujah.” 😳😁😜👍👍🏾👍👍🏾🎤🎶🎸🎤🎶🎸✌️✌️✌️👌🙏❤️🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔