Thursday, August 27, 2009

Dorian Gray.
The Picture of Dorian Gray is imho the best thing from Oscar Wilde. I read it back years ago and it became one of my favorite stories. Hell, I named my minature pincher Dorian. I love this story! I couldn't help but feel tremendously sorry for Sybil Vane, one of the characters in the story. The story has a tragic love affair, has a supernatural element of course, but the theme's underneath are perhaps more compelling and even... horrifying. This is a very tale of being one's own worst enemy and selling one's soul.

And yay they are making a movie! I hope it stays pretty true to the original work and ends the same.


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Joe
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awesome gonna HAVE to see it


Posted by Joe on Friday, August 28, 2009 - 12:26 AM
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Chryst Diets


Yea the only thing that's really upsetting just from the get go is they got the "look" of Dorian wrong, not that there is anything wrong with the actor but they could have altered his look to fit the novel. Dorian Gray was described in the story as having golden blonde hair and physically the movie makers have already went in the direction of tall, dark and handsome instead of "ivory and rose leaves" and Adonis like. I think Oscar Wilde had a man physically more like how Jude Law looked when he was younger. Or better yet...Mathias Lauridsen




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Brandon
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I can't wait to see this. I've been hoping they'd do a Dorian movie. Looks like they've changed a few things. I don't recall Dorian seeing his 'true' face in reflections. But, we'll see.


Posted by Brandon on Tuesday, September 01, 2009 - 3:36 PM
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Yea I don't recall that he was able to see his reflection in reflexive surfaces from the story either, I thought he just went back and kept viewing his portrait. That was one thing I did like about the League of Extraordinary Gentleman's Dorian Gray...he seemed so deeply fixated on himself as demonstrated when he's primping in the mirror with the tweezers in that movie, it just seemed very apt to place someone who'd been talked into thinking they were gorgeous and was now infatuated with themselves in front of a mirror to primp.


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Exactly. While I was somewhat happy with League, some of the characters were a bit disappointing. I'm hoping the Dorian movie won't be a take on League's Dorian. He wasn't immortal, y'know.


Posted by Brandon on Saturday, September 05, 2009 - 12:20 PM
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I think about the events of the last few years...

Ever since my car accident (August 21st 2007), actually before my car accident, back when I learned of Warren's death, just before the beginning of 07, things have just not went right. I felt like I lost so much that year and then the dreadful waiting period began, but I also had distractions to bid my time with, so waiting was also a good break from reality. Halfway through 08 I felt like something feel into place even though I felt like I had no control over anything going on in my life, at least I thought I had someone who loved me. Ha. Look how that turned out. But...the thing is...I feel like I just have to keep starting over yanno? You never end up where you want to be when you have to keep doing that or end up with what makes you happy. You are in a constant state of dissatisfaction with your aimless life.

You don't know where you are going or where you'll end up, but that isn't as appealing as it sounds when you are quickly approaching 30. It sounds great when you're 20, it sounds a lot like freedom, but then time passes and you realize it's just another set of chains. You just drift through life searching for things you never really find, doing odd jobs here and there for a little money just to get by, and trying to keep a thread of sanity when everything and everyone around you is insane and hell bent on self destruction. The hardest part is knowing what you could have done and could have been if only the hands of Fate hadn't pulled you back into the Pit. You question everything.

My senior year of high school I was contemplating the University of Georgia and journalism, I ended up deciding on account of the condition my mother was in to instead attend MECC and try to get a degree in Education so I could be close and well there was the money issue too. I should have transfered to UVA right after I got my associates degree from MECC, but instead I felt so disinterested with school, took some time off to play with new friends, and worked a few jobs that really didn't get me anywhere. After that I did go back to college. A year for graphic design and then I went to UVA for only like two months after being accepted into their art program up there. Then I had to withdraw from classes with much frustration because I started suffering from panic attacks horribly, every night and it just drained me of my vitality and I strangely didn't want to be around people at all during this time, it just made me more nervous, and it became debilitating. I wonder if the panic attacks weren't a result from being so physically sick that previous summer with both overexposure/poisoning from tanning bed radiation that lead into seizures and then having something like the flu right after recovering from that. I also sometimes wonder if the chemicals in the paint and the chemicals in the photo lab didn't also contribute. Things didn't go as planned to say the least and even though it's futile, I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I would have gotten the chance to go to Georgia for journalism or if I wouldn't have gotten sick and could have finished out my degree in visual arts. What I'd be doing now...

No one who sticks around here really goes anywhere no matter what kind of talent you have and after awhile you can't get out of here for this or that reason. Sometimes you are stuck before you have the chance to realize it. There are some closed minded people here, but there are also some cool people here, and this can be a nice place to live sometimes, while other times it's the loneliest place in the world, and it certainly is beautiful, especially in the autumn, but it's just there are no opportunities here. A bunch of dead ends. A struggle is all you have.

Lance reminded me at Presleys service when I was telling him some of my troubles..he said no matter how many times you have to start over, you just have to keep going. Echo: Keep going. It reminded me of something I shouldn't have been reminded of, but there's truth in those lyrics: Spiral out. Keep going.

The thing is? You keep going because you must, there's no real choice there. You either embrace life or you die or you stagnant and wish for one or the other, just any kind of change. Most of the time living is just surviving and being stagnant is just coming to a place where you overall don't care anymore even though you may or may not still dare to dream.

Thank you Kate for reminding me I'm missed. It was really good to open my inbox and find that letter and thank you for the Christmas card too, I don't think I had the chance to thank you for that. The holidays have been bleak this year for me, but it's the little things like that that mean so much to me. <3

Thursday, January 01, 2009


Hell.

Something I wrote last night. I think I will simply call this: Hell

Manacles taut, like deathlock mayhem.
More than a thought; her altercation.
Shortened chains and Shattered images,
Her flesh is chaffed by the burn of cellophane.
It's as ignitable as gasoline from a dripping vein.

Battered, bruised, torn into with steely friction;
Skin embedded fetters cutting into forgotten pockets of sinew.
Parasitic infested brain chomping away; shouting:
Try as you might; You'll never be me.
There's no way else out, but through.

Madness is the new black.
Everyone is a sycophant.
Trying on each other's shadows; mimicking personality.
Ha ha ha. I have more going on in my head than you.
Go ahead and take the last bite I saved; sweetest is afflicted.

And fine as wine blood drawn kisses smeared down unhappy cheeks.
It's not an overcoat, nor token of affection, it's just a demented view.
It's the long lost dream-a-ling american dream.
None of the wannabes know what it means.
They lost their meaning before they lost the Pinup Queen.
You'll never find your way out of the sordid maze before the bell rings.

Come back ashtray girl!
I wanna put something out.
Everything is gleamless when everyone is meaningless.
Smoke obscured eye screams...
Ripping out with protruded and perturbed willowy red flailing hands.
Screaming: Pick me...Pick me...

Everyone wants a hit off my brand of madness.
They want to pop it like an easily swallowed gel cap.
Can't you see why? Not I... fathom their need to be enslaved?
My asylum is a silent scream inside of a mindless dream.
The malady is the tragedy that some of us can't live to escape.
And everyone else is lining up because they made mock of it.

Can't you see the way?
It's not the way it used to be.

Elysium lost; bleeding on the outside, bleeding on the inside.
Bleeding, bleeding, always bleeding, drenched in blood.

Damaged, torn, a broken, shattered, image of seraphim.
The way out is through; better start gnawing through fiery wings.

Through with suffering fools.
Through with living through...

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Keith




The writing reminds me of the experience of an old soul. Check out NIN-"The persistence of loss".
http://www.last.fm/

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Thank you. And I like NIN.

Posted by ✮☾♰ Ⓣⓗⓔ Wr∃♰ch∃d Ch∃rub ♰ ☽✮ on Monday, January 05, 2009 - 12:35 AM
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i really like this... its good..... u should write more....

Posted by ~*LIL RAE-RAE*~ on Saturday, January 03, 2009 - 7:02 PM
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thank you. I don't write many poems often anymore. Whenever I get moved to write one though I will try to finish what I start, unlike how I do with drawings sometimes...

Posted by ✮☾♰ Ⓣⓗⓔ Wr∃♰ch∃d Ch∃rub ♰ ☽✮ on Monday, January 05, 2009 - 12:38 AM
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Sunday, November 16, 2008


I wrote this... it fits my mood.

Rejection is always an easy way out;
Apathetic, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Fate or chance before a fall from heaven
Angels hesitate before deciding on leaving...

He begged for love, praying like the oppressed
And the higher power heard, granting his request;

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

Take the sand slipping through my hand;
Time she thought she'd take a chance on a man.

Her dreams gave her a sense of peace and presage;
But for something real she left them to deliver the message.

Kissed him saccharinely after the end of the first dance;
His perceived gentleness charmed and entranced.

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

Caught out in the summer night rain they shared a kiss,
Or two, or three, who counts caught in a moment like this.

Fate or chance, for the first time in a long time something felt right
The raindrop rhythm tapping out the song of the heart's delight

You are like the scent of rain; not easily forgotten is the heavensent.
Rebellion in the feel of your moist exerted skin, your pleasure is my sin.

Chance or fate it resonates
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Every time it rains, I think of you

"You are my everything," he said.
She thought maybe he was talking out of his head.

Could have been too much smoke and too much haze;
And she hoped it was more than being under her caressing daze.

"Never loved anyone like you," she said.
It feels for real, but maybe he thought it was all in her head.

Every time it rains, I think of you
I feel the surrealism soaking through
Chance or fate it resonates...

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Love the wording, defenatly paints a picture in the minds eye.

Posted by Loki on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 2:22 PM
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Thank you. : )

I started it when it was storming outside and then I got tired and went to bed and finished it the next day. The storm helped.

Posted by ✮☾♰ Ⓣⓗⓔ Wr∃♰ch∃d Ch∃rub ♰ ☽✮ on Monday, November 17, 2008 - 10:54 PM

First off. Yay for Obama getting elected over McCain.

Secondly, I'm horribly sick. I've been feeling bad off and on over the last month. I'm pretty sure I had the flu a few weeks ago and a few days ago I went to the ER because I keep running a fever and they tell me I have a bladder infection and if I don't feel better in a few days to return. So I'm on a load of antibiotics and I feel like fire is in my veins.

My beloved has returned. Oy, I get so mad at him, but then I love him so there are all these conflicting feelings. You see he got into some trouble the 11th of October with some of his friends, doing something he shouldn't have been doing, and so he's in trouble to say the least. Now to add to this? Him and I were supposed to be doing something on a Thursday night, but he completely stands me up and doesn't call or anything...

So I'm left wondering and worrying...

I didn't know what happened...but I jump to a conclusion because I'm hurt and mad and so I write him a long letter wanting to know some things and I send it to him. SO then he? He decides to avoid the confrontation for as long as he possibly can and he doesn't talk to me for a week.

Then he comes up and apologizes, says he needed time, he's been a jerk, but says he didn't want to drag me down with him and then asks me if I'd been talking to this guy, who I used to be friends with, and who he too knows, about something I'd never talk to that guy about. I sense some trust issues here...

So I assure him that...No I don't. So to make a long story short I ask him if he still loves me and he says yes and I tell him that the next him he needs "time" he should give me a heads up because my mind starts going places....

Then he says that there's nothing wrong with me and then goes on to blame it was his "fucked up and muddled thinking."

I'm still lost...

My real life has turned into roleplay game drama. I seriously feel like I've been transported or rather sucked into some kind of messed up storyline.

Some of you know that back in August my mother had a psychotic episode that resulted in her being institutionalized again for a time. Well I suffered a pretty hard depression during and after that, the hardest I think that has ever struck me, and now my mom is home and sorted out again and doing well again...

And I'm happy that she's doing better than she has in a long time.

And I was starting to feel better and I purchased myself another car from my accident settlement money It's a maroon colored G6 that is pretty hot...

Now another problem has risen.

My boyfriend went and got himself into some trouble that I really don't want to talk about right now in detail because I'm so infuriated with him and at the the same time I love him.... so I feel like throttling him, but I don't want anyone else to hurt him.

I love my boy, but I don't know what is going to happen there and I just really hope it works out for us because I honestly have never loved anyone like I love him. He's just seriously an idiot.

Lately life has been a bit quick... Time seems surreal.

Relationship wise, mine has been pretty good. Anthony is honestly very sweet.

Look what he left on Myspace's bulletin board.

for everyone's information
Body: Mary Chrystal Lynn Diets....
you have my heart, no contest. I will do anything to keep you by my side and I know that you will always be there for me. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I can't wait to get away from the life I live now, thanks to you.

Do not wake me from this dream
If I'm not sleeping
Lets keep this dream forever

I love you.


*nom*
heh
:-*

I've been excessively tired...probably due to Melatonin buildup.

Anyway I also have a living condition problem at the moment that is contributing to my inability to be online for as long as I'd like with any mental capacity to be creative and last week I went and stayed with my dad until this evening and I then I came back this evening. I want to roleplay, but my replies will probably be slow for a little while until I'm less stressed out and figure out what I'm going to do. My mindset is just too scattered at the moment and I'm hoping tomorrow I can reply to what I owe. I might end up moving in with my dad...but then I might not. The boyfriend would like to get our own place eventually...

Love you guys!