You know those bottles with the labels on them that say Do Not Take Internally? Yeah, well. I can't help it. I take everything internally.
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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Disturbed


So, here I go again, taking things internally.
I have seen a picture, and it is torturing me.
I always browse through the style section of a newspaper, because there is where all the information about people and arts are. One picture jumped out at me. I couldn't look away from it, but then again I couldn't stand to look at it.

There were several pictures, all distressing. This is the mildest one...The rest were even more grotesque.

What is it about this girl that makes her so fascinating and disgusting? Its just mud on a face and a bloody mouth. But no, something about the distress in her eyes and her partially open mouth is just crushing to me.

This, I see, and I do not get out. It follows me and stays with me. I want to talk to the girl. I want to talk to the artist. I want to understand. Why? Why represent such a horrible image? What is in her mind? What is it about it I am so absolutely fascinated to? Why so eye catching?

I apologize if this gives anyone nightmares. But I wondered how others would think about it, or if this just goes back to the Oversensitivity Judges and me.

If anyone else is interested at looking at the rest of her bizarreness, the photographer has her own blog you're welcome to visit and try to understand:

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Something Beautiful Of The Day

This something beautiful is kind of sad. Heath Ledger had the beginning of what could be a gorgeous human being, both inside and outside. He was thoughtful, sensitive, and tender hearted. He had the sweetest smile, and a beautiful face and body. He had acting talent that blew thousands of movie watchers, directors, and critics away.
After watching the movie Knight's Tale, I practically fell in love with him. It was only a few horrible months later, however, Heath was found dead in his apartment, an overdose of over-the-counter drugs. I do not believe his death was suicide, but rather the resulting effect from a life of bad choices. He chose his friends, his movie roles, girlfriends, everything foolishly. I'm so sorry!
Still, I love to imagine what he could have been. He was so young; not even thirty years old! What kind of magnificent actor could he have been if had made good choices, given his beauty and talents to making uplifting and thoughtful films.

Please, make good choices, everyone!