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skull13666's Journal
stray bullet
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October 14, 2008, 05:46:pm
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Twisting and Tumbleing into the hollowness of forever
Everything changes faster than your mind can handle
Life, as an eternity, is oh so clever
Hanging in a broken down Cathedral of my Consciousness
A portrait of a crying girl, surrounded by candles
Her golden eyes fill with heroin
Her pale blue veins, with arsenic
Entranced by her vision
Enthralled by her death
Enticed by her flesh
Envoked by her passion
Four mortal sin's
that would surley bring any man to his knee's
And to an end
A river rushes from the mouth of eternity
Living proof of every being's frailty
In the cominc month's the church erodes
And forms....
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Lifetimes
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October 12, 2008, 04:41:pm
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her foot steps still echo into the hallway
longing, paceing
forever distraught into the day
her shadowy escense
evervessent presence falling away
into the drifting, turning, tideing waves of the past
so many lingering one-sided emotions
that only he knows are true
hidden deep withen
and bottled all around
she is still holding on to the life that once was
my burdens i can't erase
look at what ive become
the nightmare that she should fear
like the phoenix he was arisen
by the sweet somberness in her voice
and like the phoenix he falls back to earth
burnt alive by the same force that he once was reborn of
dorment he lies waiting a lifetime
dorment he waits for another lifetime
dorment he is awaiting a lifetime
dorment he has waited a lifetime
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All the chips fall away
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October 06, 2008, 08:21:pm
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When your on a winning streak it seems like everything suddenly falls out of your hands. delt one wrong deck and every thing crumbles. your pressed against the ropes with 20 seconds left in the round.
the point is why is it that when you have everything going your way one instance, one day, one inkleing in time can suddenly rip EVERYTHING you hold precious away. this is a lesson i should have already learned through my countless readings of James O'Barr's "The Crow". i just hope this isn't that moment in my life....again.
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ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING JOKER MAKEUP!!!
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August 03, 2008, 09:46:pm
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From my friend Leroy, who is 100% RIGHT
ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING JOKER MAKEUP!!!
This may probably sound like a fanboy rant;
Seriously what the flying fuck? I don't care if i sound elitist or stubborn or whatever the hell but i am seriously just fucking tired of all this bullshit joker makeup all over vampirefreaks I'm tired of this new trend. I knew this was going to happen and i knew that Heath Ledger would be the new Brandon Lee.
Yes, i love comic books, yes i love DC comics, yes Batman is apart of dc comics, yes i love Batman, and yes joker is one of my favorite villains from Batman's rouge galleries but come on already its getting annoying.
I am willing to bet 95% of you guys don't even know jack shit about joker or batman to begin with aside from what you see in the movies. I'll admit Heath Ledger was a fantastic joker especially from elements from Arkham and The Killing Joke but this is why I'm just upset. Are you guys really joker fans? do yo really understand what he and batman stand for? Obviously not because your minds are so closed within those two big figures and don't wanna look into the bigger picture. These things expand so far more deeper than anyone of you can ever understand and you guys don't have to like it but at least try to acknowledge it.
Seriously i am so tired of "vf batman fans" cuz u guys dont know jack shit, I'm tired of those of you who think Tim Burton created batman, Bob Kane created him in 1939. Although i gotta be honest 87% of you dont even know who directed batman begins or dark knight without googling it but of course you know who tim burton is cuz you guys just cant get off his dick.
I'm really disappointed that this has become a random fad just to be cool if this was a new fad/trend for people to try to get into Batman then fine, hell i always love helping people understand the mythos behind any movie or comic book or anything but people want to be fans for the wrong reasons.
by the way Harvey/Two-Face was a million times more better than joker in the movie anyway
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Charisma As Natural As Gravity
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January 28, 2008, 02:29:am
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Charisma As Natural As Gravity
Best known for his haunting, Oscar-nominated performance as Ennis Del Mar, one of the gay cowboys in 2005 ' s "Brokeback Mountain," Ledger was a massive young talent on the cusp of greatness when he died last week in New York. The native Australian, who is survived by his 2-year-old daughter, Matilda, had recently finished work on this summer's "Batman" sequel, "The Dark Knight," in which he plays a villain, the Joker. Christopher Nolan, the film's director, shared these memories:
One night, as I'm standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for "The Dark Knight," a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I'd fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you'd asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn't know. That's real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That's what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. There aren't many actors who can make you feel ashamed of how often you complain about doing the best job in the world. Heath was one of them.
One time he and another actor were shooting a complex scene. We had two days to shoot it, and at the end of the first day, they'd really found something and Heath was worried that he might not have it if we stopped. He wanted to carry on and finish. It's tough to ask the crew to work late when we all know there's plenty of time to finish the next day. But everyone seemed to understand that Heath had something special and that we had to capture it before it disappeared. Months later, I learned that as Heath left the set that night, he quietly thanked each crew member for working late. Quietly. Not trying to make a point, just grateful for the chance to create that they'd given him.
Those nights on the streets of Chicago were filled with stunts. These can be boring times for an actor, but Heath was fascinated, eagerly accepting our invitation to ride in the camera car as we chased vehicles through movie traffic—not just for the thrill ride, but to be a part of it. Of everything. He'd brought his laptop along in the car, and we had a high-speed screening of two of his works-in-progress: short films he'd made that were exciting and haunting. Their exuberance made me feel jaded and leaden. I've never felt as old as I did watching Heath explore his talents. That night I made him an offer—knowing he wouldn't take me up on it—that he should feel free to come by the set when he had a night off so he could see what we were up to.
When you get into the edit suite after shooting a movie, you feel a responsibility to an actor who has trusted you, and Heath gave us everything. As we started my cut, I would wonder about each take we chose, each trim we made. I would visualize the screening where we'd have to show him the finished film—sitting three or four rows behind him, watching the movements of his head for clues to what he was thinking about what we'd done with all that he'd given us. Now that screening will never be real. I see him every day in my edit suite. I study his face, his voice. And I miss him terribly.
Back on LaSalle Street, I turn to my assistant director and I tell him to clear the skateboarding kid out of my line of sight when I realize—it's Heath, woolly hat pulled low over his eyes, here on his night off to take me up on my offer. I can't help but smile.
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