Thumbsucker. Another, well, haiku(s). And the Humanity, oh the Humanity.
I watched Thumbsucker last night (starring Lou Pucci, Keannu Reeves (in his befitting role with no facial expressions, very Keannu Reeves: Neo, you are the One!), Vince Vaughn, Tilda Swinton a.k.a. the Narnia white witch), and we'll it has been a long time since I have watched a "slow" movie if not indie. It's refresing; I have been looking forward to watch these kinds of movies. For the synopsis, refer to Yahoo! Movies or rottentomatoes.com. Looking forward to watch another Lou Pucci film with the same darkness, with Billy Elliot's Jamie Bell, The Chumscrubbers. And by the way, both Pucci and Bell starred in music videos of Green Day: Jesus of Suburbia and Wake Me Up When September Ends, respectively.
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I love Japanese, (5)
so I'd like to have sakè, (7)
Origami-style. (5)
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It's nice to listen to the 90's alternative rock, minus the boybands. The rise and death of Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins on Tonight, Tonight. Green Day in its Grammy moment. R.E.M. making requiems. U2, Bono, U2, Edge. Radiohead screaming in your head. Collective Soul. Gin Blossoms. Red Hot Chili Peppers. The 12 M's and Crash Test Dummies. 10,000 Maniacs and more. Eddie Vedder "pointing gun" in Pearl Jam. Dave Matthews Band not drinking water and the sax sonata. Sarah Machlachlan's soulful voice. Fiona Apple and her lengthy album name per Guinness Book of World Records. Bjork, shhh.., Bjork. Skunk Anansie and the scream. The nudist's point of view of Alanis Morissette. Fat Boy Slim. The Offsprings and its spawns. The Prodigy's Firestarter and creepy hairstyle. Our Lady Peace's Superman is Dead. Oasis climaxing into the mirage of Champagne Supernova. The three young kids making big as Silverchair. Eraserheads, now erased, but still lingers. And the ones that skipped out of my memory, may not be easily remembered in my cortex, but will stay forever in my amygdala (the emotion center). You make me cry (not really literally, ok, sometimes... they're heartbreaking y'know), even if you're screaming. The sounds never fade if they're already kept (in the iPod).
We are all black when the lights turn out. (Twisted Transistor, guest line, Korn)
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My ikebana. (5)
Fastened to your kimono. (7)
Burnt with parasol. (5)
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I'm currently reading this book about a girl who was raped and killed and still looking out to the loved ones she left behind, from heaven's perspective, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. This the first "dramatic" (sniff, sniff) novel I have ever read, since Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, and Paulo Coelho is inspirational not "dramatic". You can see how families are bound and/or shattered by someone's unexpected and early departure. You can see the heaven in different lights, with swings and gazebos, with playgrounds and duplexes, with visiting grandpas dancing. Oh the humanity. We only live once, but are we living still somewhere if we die? It's for us to find out while we are building our mysteries.
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Sushi, sashimi. (5)
Raw meat for the Japanese. (7)
Like Japayukis. (5)
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Oh, the humaniy. The humanity. *sniff sniff*
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I love Japanese, (5)
so I'd like to have sakè, (7)
Origami-style. (5)
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It's nice to listen to the 90's alternative rock, minus the boybands. The rise and death of Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins on Tonight, Tonight. Green Day in its Grammy moment. R.E.M. making requiems. U2, Bono, U2, Edge. Radiohead screaming in your head. Collective Soul. Gin Blossoms. Red Hot Chili Peppers. The 12 M's and Crash Test Dummies. 10,000 Maniacs and more. Eddie Vedder "pointing gun" in Pearl Jam. Dave Matthews Band not drinking water and the sax sonata. Sarah Machlachlan's soulful voice. Fiona Apple and her lengthy album name per Guinness Book of World Records. Bjork, shhh.., Bjork. Skunk Anansie and the scream. The nudist's point of view of Alanis Morissette. Fat Boy Slim. The Offsprings and its spawns. The Prodigy's Firestarter and creepy hairstyle. Our Lady Peace's Superman is Dead. Oasis climaxing into the mirage of Champagne Supernova. The three young kids making big as Silverchair. Eraserheads, now erased, but still lingers. And the ones that skipped out of my memory, may not be easily remembered in my cortex, but will stay forever in my amygdala (the emotion center). You make me cry (not really literally, ok, sometimes... they're heartbreaking y'know), even if you're screaming. The sounds never fade if they're already kept (in the iPod).
We are all black when the lights turn out. (Twisted Transistor, guest line, Korn)
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My ikebana. (5)
Fastened to your kimono. (7)
Burnt with parasol. (5)
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I'm currently reading this book about a girl who was raped and killed and still looking out to the loved ones she left behind, from heaven's perspective, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. This the first "dramatic" (sniff, sniff) novel I have ever read, since Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, and Paulo Coelho is inspirational not "dramatic". You can see how families are bound and/or shattered by someone's unexpected and early departure. You can see the heaven in different lights, with swings and gazebos, with playgrounds and duplexes, with visiting grandpas dancing. Oh the humanity. We only live once, but are we living still somewhere if we die? It's for us to find out while we are building our mysteries.
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Sushi, sashimi. (5)
Raw meat for the Japanese. (7)
Like Japayukis. (5)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, the humaniy. The humanity. *sniff sniff*
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