Michigan (i/ˈmɪʃɨɡən/) is a state located in the Great Lakes region of the Midwestern United States. The name Michigan is the French form of the Ojibwa word mishigamaa, meaning "large water" or "large lake". Michigan is the 8th most populous of the 50 United States, with the 11th most extensive total area. Its capital is Lansing, and the largest city is Detroit. Michigan was admitted into the Union on January 26, 1837 as the 26th state.
Michigan has the longest freshwater coastline of any political subdivision in the world, being bounded by four of the five Great Lakes, plus Lake Saint Clair. Michigan is one of the leading U.S. states for recreational boating. The state has 64,980 inland lakes and ponds. A person in the state is never more than six miles (9.7 km) from a natural water source or more than 85 miles (137 km) from a Great Lakes shoreline. It is the largest state by total area east of the Mississippi River.
Michigan is the only state to consist of two peninsulas. The Lower Peninsula, to which the name Michigan was originally applied, is often noted to be shaped like a mitten. The Upper Peninsula (often referred to as "the U.P.") is separated from the Lower Peninsula by the Straits of Mackinac, a five-mile (8 km) channel that joins Lake Huron to Lake Michigan. The two peninsulas are connected by the Mackinac Bridge. The Upper Peninsula is economically important due to its status as a tourist destination. There is also a variety of natural resources to be found there, including a sizable amount of iron ore.
Plot
An unassuming reader picks up a killer's autobiography and is transferred to her execution. Thinking this bizarre episode was a waking dream, the reader attempts to check out of the store where the book was purchased only to find the killer controls the shop and is taking the reader hostage. The two travel through time in order to change a series of events until the reader discovers a terrifying secret.
Keywords: 2010s, anti-authority, anti-corporate, anti-heroine, anti-matter, armageddon, art-film, art-horror, avant-garde, baby-boomer
The Clock Goblin is coming.
Plot
The American professional assassin was hired by the Thai mafia boss to do the assignment by killing four people. The assassin get the order by the pickpocket who later becomes his disciple. Everything looks alright, but after the third target killing. Joe found that he was betrayed, he decided to quit the job. However, when he was hunt and his disciple was caught as the hostage. The assassin decided to end all of the problem and give the gang's payback.
Keywords: actor-talks-to-audience, ambush, american-abroad, anti-hero, apprentice, arm-amputation, assassin, assassination, assassination-attempt, attempted-robbery
The hitman has become the target
There's only one way out.
It's all in the execution.
Joe: Where there's money, there's competition and the guy paying me usually wins.
Kong: [in Thai] Duck fucker!
Joe: I was taught four rules...::Joe: One: Don't ask questions. There is no such thing as right and wrong.::Joe: Two: Don't take an interest in people outside of work. There is no such thing as trust.::Joe: Three: Erase every trace. Come anonymous and leave nothing behind.::Joe: Four: Know when to get out. Just thinking about it means it's time. Before you lose your edge, before you become a target.
Oceanside Boulevard
it's not that hard inside communication
I stare deep in silent concentration when I focus on the base of your neck
it's these things that make the changes so easy to forget
it seems you walked away in perfect time
I guess you walked away in perfect time
we don't need to drink blood to know what it tastes like (what it tastes like)
we don't need to drink blood to know what it tastes like (what it tastes like)
and I can watch you from a distance (observation tower)
and I can watch you from a distance (observation tower)
out of sight means out of mind
cover myself I'm doing fine
sight means out of mind
cover myself I'm doing
the fallen prey taken down
this flint locked rifle has been locked up
and spent
and proud
in pits of silent concentration
it's this vow of silence that has moved me so far away
budget myself
what I'm trying to say now
budget myself what I'm trying to say
out of sight means out of mind
budget myself I'm doing fine
sight means out of mind
budget myself I'm doing
we don't need to drink blood to know what it tastes like (what it tastes like)
we don't need to drink blood to know what it tastes like (what it tastes like)
and I can watch you from a distance (observation tower)
and I can watch you from a distance (observation tower)
observation tower
observation tower
observation tower
I see through your thin cotton dress
I don't know if we'll get dressed
So pull by that store parking lot
You know I've missed your lots
Warn me of the cans and knots
I don't need a house in Lake Michigan
I don't need a purpose to plan within
I just want to feel your pulse again
Down town the exits just around
Can't you smell our future good and well?
I'll take you upstairs show you my bed and things
Share all my thoughts and cares
Here is my heart here is my soul
You pushed me past my lonely door
You are my everything
September a time of in betweens
Lazy month of nothing
All rainy gutters rushing
They're all true
All the good things you say
Will they all pass
Quit like the clouds today?
They'll be there in your pretty dreams
All full of color and sense of things
You blow breath of life in me
I felt this way the night before
You pulled me from this heavy floor
You are my everything
Mom and Dad
I'm living in Michigan with Uncle Ray
He and Aunt Terry said I should write
Said I should write or I should phone you
I just don't have that much to say
See I've been bar tending about three nights a week
It's a stand-up joint and they're good to me
And I stay bored most all the time
?Cept for the cards that Ray and I play
Yeah, he's the only friend I've
Got in this place
Still it's better than Wichita
Aunt Terry, she's fine
She wants you to know she's wrote a song
She's picking up where she left off
She's bringing it back 'cause its been years since shes tried
God has it really been that long?
Mom I'm sorry, I was wrong
Dad I'm sorry 'cause I just couldn't stay in that town
Where everyone knows everything about me
Michigan, she's alright
Still I haven't found a love
Just want to be happy
Love, your son
Just try to be happy
I see through your thin cotton dress
I don't know if we'll get dressed
So pull by that store parking lot
You know I've missed your lots
Warn me of the cans and knots
I don't need a house in Lake Michigan
I don't need a purpose to plan within
I just want to feel your pulse again
Down town the exits just around
Can't you smell our future good and well?
I'll take you upstairs show you my bed and things
Share all my thoughts and cares
Here is my heart here is my soul
You pushed me past my lonely door
You are my everything
September a time of in betweens
Lazy month of nothing
All rainy gutters rushing
They're all true
All the good things you say
Will they all pass
Quit like the clouds today?
They'll be there in your pretty dreams
All full of colour and sense of things
You blow breath of life in me
I felt this way the night before
You pulled me from this heavy floor
You are my everything
You are my everything
Weekend getaway
God I wish I could runaway
You're giving me back
Everything I gave away
Well I don't want them back
I only want that back
But only if you are sure
I turned and walked out the door
I turned and walked out the door
Christmas Vacation
Up in her room
Are you sure? Let me go get it.
Here it is.
How appropriate, It's going to end
Right where it began
Well I don't think
that I should be here anymore
I'm six months into getting over you.
It figures you'd make up your mind as soon as I'd given
up on you.
Cold winter's night
sometime around 3 a.m.
Me and her window
in a snow ball fight (again)
What the hell are you doing here.
I wish I knew
You don't have to come down
if you don't want to
So here we are again
I'm not begging anymore
It's funny how the tables turn
But still there are no chairs
What the hell am I doing here
You wish you knew
You don't have to go back
If you don't want to
Travel the seaside Michigan
Walk on the water with a friend
On the pretty waves
I've been a real bad family man
Sucking the white light Indians
On the mountain
But I'm gonna try
I'm gonna pave the way at night
Singing the gospel in my mind
Walking on blue waves, blue waves
Radiate and drive... all my life
Make me real life hurricane
Follow a straight line to the brink
On the good days
You've been a teenage runaway
Carry the people that you hate
In a suitcase
Well I'm gonna try
I'm gonna pave the way at night
Nothing but gospel in my mind
Walking on blue waves, blue waves