The somniloquist

I saw the poster of your up-coming movie “Conan” while my jeepney ride was alighting passengers at a mall entrance. I must admit that i am sorely tempted to watch your movie not because i am a fan of the 1980’s original film adaptation, and not because i have read the novel prior to that movie. I just find you cute that’s all. Cute in the way that direwolf pups are cute - you are terribly frightening and intimidating to say the least when you want to, but aww-dow-ruh-ble (so much so that is has to be spelled and enunciated that way).

In a particular interview when you wore a white v-neck shirt with a pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses hanging by your collar, sporting a brown, thick, leather bracelet, hair relaxed and free of grease or any remnants of otherworldly production design, it was clear that your defenses were down and this made me drop any evidence of condescension towards guys who wear eyeliners. You made me listen. When you disclosed that you were raised by a single mom who unintentionally made you watch war movies and orgies, i could closely relate. i may have googled you a little bit more, although i was just disheartened to not know more about you. please tell me more about that childhood of yours. 

so before you hope that you have garnered another fan who would make a following of your past and future works, that might be asking too much. I would just like to see your posters again and be reminded that you were once without morals, and so was i. only now, you are way taller, more successful, and still aww-dow-ruh-ble. 

p.s. i wish you could teach me how to speak Dothraki - not know the language pe se, but how to speak with the gut possessed by direwolves.