Take it like a man.
Listen up, son of mine.
Momma got something to tell you.
All about growing pains.
Life will pound away
Where the light don’t shine, son.
Changes come.
Keep your dignity.
Momma said like the rain, this too shall pass.
Like a kidney stone.
This too shall pass.
It’s just a broken heart, son.
This pain will pass away.
— “Momma Sed”;; Puscifer.
Until September, that is. Luckily “Breaking Bad” will be back this summer. Goth Jeff totally does it for me. I can die happy.
Everything I feel and experience is so intense. Is this normal?
I’M GOING TO SEE JOEL MCHALE AT CASINO-RAMA ON JUNE 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
End fangirl.
How had it come to this? Her right hand shook as it held the gun, her forearm cramping from the effort to hold it steady. Beads of sweat mingled with her tears and dripped down into the hollow of her clavicle. A silver chain stuck to her skin. At the end of the chain was a pair of silver angel wings. She had dreamed of this moment so many times before. The man – no…the monster - looked exactly the way he had appeared in those dreams – terrified, pissing his pants and begging for her mercy. The gun barrel pressed into his forehead, etching a ditch in his skin. This moment was everything. The dreams had prepared her for him, but they had not prepared her for herself.
“What did you dream about last night?” her father asked. She told him, but she spoke as though she was not really there. Her eyes never met his. She had dreamt the same dream every night for six months, ever since the funeral. Her father sighed deeply, wondering why he had asked when he knew what her answer would be. His poor little girl was damaged now. Anybody could see that. Though he wished desperately he could bring her back, he knew that it was not possible. So instead, he wished that she would bring herself back.
Three hours ago, she had been watching his house. The dark windows blended into the night. Everyone had warned her to stay away. “Let it go,” they said. It was impossible for her to comprehend the idea. There are certain things that are unforgiveable and the people who commit these acts need to be punished. The justice is not so much for the living. It is for the dead. Her eyes drooped with sleepiness. She had not slept in so long and when she did, the dreams always woke her. And she always dreamt. Shadows wept into her mind. Their smoky tendrils crawled their way in and wrapped around her like snakes until she was engulfed and swallowed into phantasm.
This was not real. Her sister brought her hand up to her mouth and kissed it. This is not real. This is not happening. Around her sister’s neck was a silver chain, angel wings shimmering in the sunlight. She ran her finger along her sister’s cheek, marveling at its smoothness, its very existence. Her sister smiled and then she felt a very real ache deep within her. It was a complicated ache, defying definition and description. “You can do this,” her sister said. The tears fell now, impenetrable blackness staining her face. She shook her head. “You’re ready for this.” Her mouth opened. She wanted to say that all she wanted was her sister back. She had never asked for this. He deserved to die, but was it to be by her hand? “Only you. Set me free, sister.”
She steadied the gun with her other hand. It was at this moment that she realized the dreams had always stopped when the gun was raised. Then her mind shut itself off, a dead channel. For the past six months, she had been unsure if she was herself. Now, she knew that she was not. Her teeth clenched together so hard that she thought her skull was going to implode on itself. Her entire body tensed and braced itself for the moment of no return. Her finger squeezed the trigger. She did not even flinch at the explosion. The aftermath still ringing in her ears, her hand ripped the necklace off. Then she collapsed, gun and necklace and all like the Tower of Babel, and sank into the dreamless void.
Get out of my head!!!!!
I really want to get out of here. What would happen if I just left?
*Head to desk*
This is the first movie review I have ever written. Sort of a personal big deal because I’ve watched countless movies but this is the first time I am writing about one and sharing my thoughts on it.
Alright, onwards. First of all, this movie is just one big giant orgasm for your eyes. I watched the 3D version of it and normally, 3D movies can be incredibly irritating to watch (with a few EXTREMELY notable exceptions; one being “Avatar”). At the very fundamental level, film and movies are designed to deliver striking images to your eyes and “The Avengers” does exactly that.
It’s an extremely kinetic movie, as action movies are, which forces your eyes to move as well. The movement of your eyes does not allow your brain to rest as it is constantly attempting to keep pace with the superheroes. These superheroes are also all played by irritatingly attractive people, an annoyance you push to the very very very back of your head and over the cliff out of your consciousness. These good-looking people also share surprisingly funny but very human moments with one another, a non-physical direction that is greatly appreciated.
“The Avengers” may be JUST a comic book action film, but it hits all the right points and does not try to hand us the illusion that it is secretly trying to be more. Joss Whedon is an entertainer. He wants to deliver fun fantasy with small touches of humanity and he delivers with “The Avengers”.
Do not ever repeat your mistakes. Accepting your flaws is essential. But work until they are no longer a part of you and are replaced by your strength. Remember that we are all broken in our own ways but seek to make yourself whole so that you may set an example for those around you.
