“I’ve… seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in… rain. Time… to die…”
Without a doubt one of the most heartbreaking and powerful moments in modern(ish) cinema. I could watch this four minute clip thirty times instead of watching another movie. Without Vangelis’ score however, this wouldn’t have the impact that it does. Pretty music, pretty words and pretty pictures. If for some inexplicable reason you have not seen this movie, go watch it now!
Its official! April 29th!!!! That 4 ball multiball looks intense! Hold my beer!
“Were it not for all the fragrant and captivating flowers that invade my primary senses and coerce me to bid farewell to my common, I am thoroughly convinced that I would be far more prolific in writing about absolutely nothing.”
– Deuil Furieux
Bearing record of the dissention
nothing and all of anything
hallucinate with intensions
procrastinate the decisions
unusual these thoughts
the hope was there in the beginning
the rush was always there
And I sit here and wait
Thumbing through glances of your face
Reason and purpose?
These cursed new lives.
Sneer at my resentment
and scream at my insecurity!
Still and dispassionate?
My glistening new haunt.
Hanker to my transient bones
and toast my smouldering embers!
Judgement and intolerance?
The weight of bright futures.
Throw my words unto the ash
and sell me out for my audacity!
Taut and withered?
This fool of a mask,
Smile at my interior lie
and see the innocence there!
Time and memory?
Those poor fading gods,
Drown in my sentiment
and drain my demise!
Chains and the rain?
They were only illusion
Howl with me now
and I’ll jump the fucking fence.
I saw the godhead in the Moai
The marriage of sunlight and stars
Broken by the ruin of time
I saw sadness painted with smiles
and a silence more potent than words
The soul of a dream veiled in ideals
This serrated edge that I carried
wounds deep, sincere and deadly
caused a scar that shapes me.
You own my last heart
with your wings and your light
you fan the embers like a hurricane,
fondle my esteem
yet I lay gladly in your shadow.
You will have my blood before the dawn, but
Until that day;
Frozen in the arms of care, I am yours,
Awed, inspired and at your feet.
My willing fall from grace
at the promise
of a kiss eclipse.
The latest Googlisms from the term “Wordslut”
My sides hurt. Seriously.
wordslut is inherently indivisible from the madonna/whore binary opposition and thus (yes? please continue?)
wordslut is entirely a personal decision (you bet!)
wordslut is a psychological weapon of mass destruction (you best believe!)
wordslut is thrown around more carelessly than ever these days ( )
wordslut has cut women off because they have an energy around their sexual desires and we are still so (so…sooo…cute?)
wordslut doesn’t distinguish between motivation (why would I?)
wordslut is used as a weapon by men to shame women who wish to liberate themselves from (wordslut?)
wordslut is similar to the word feminist (Bwahahahaha!)
wordslut is used in a positive sense ( )
wordslut is far from redeemed ( )
wordslut is not ok to call men either (but, but…)
wordslut is used to put women down (verbally? or with chemicals?)
word slut is stupid (Well!!!)
Do your own “research” at:
Her roots and grasses fade in the summer droughts of tears
The frail and black of her fingers as she leaves what is lovely
Her soul hidden underneath the floors
Pale and pushed down…
Her hair as dark as Hazel
Scarlet in the warmth of the sun…
She surcomes herself in the newest moon
The mislay beyond her despair
What was sore and dainted
smoked and salted
nevermore and faded
Now amongst the clovers of the field
~ For Alex