mini-blog of anything i have ever written. mostly films and snippets of original sf/f fictions set in one universe.
“What did I do to deserve this?”
“What time...is it.”
“Where am I”
“What am I….”
The myriad of questions echoed through the empty hallways of Purgatorio. It is a normal sight. Time, Space, Life, Death….Purgatorio does not register such concepts.
The young man stepped into the start of a road. It is a long one. It looked as straight as a wall. But it also looked like a winding road. The cause for its winding appearance could be blamed on the sands around it. It filled up the entire road. This is nothing to scoff at, a young man standing at the start of the road muttered to himself. Nothing can challenge him.
For Shana, now in her fifth form, the Earth has always been the same. The only things that are different are the time, people, and things around it. Except for New York. No matter how frequently she visit the city, everything is still the same. There are too many memories of New York, even those that were experienced by her previous form.
As she looked around her, she remembered the celebrities she had met. Though in her definition, “celebrity” meant any human being, or mortals, who contributed a lot to mortal history. Anyone has the potential to become a “celebrity” by marking themselves in human history, and being seen as important.
Project SK8: A Stanley Kubrick any% speedrun
Reception of Stanley Kubrick (Star of the City) Act 5: Full Metal Jacket (1987)
People didn't lie, the first part is simply....chef's kiss....perfect. One thing I am beginning to notice about Stanley the Manley is that his comedic skills are pretty good. R. Lee Ermey and Vincent D'Onofrio out-Joker'd the hell out of Modine that it's funny to see 'Joker' being the cringe one in the beginning.
But the second part is where the film shines. It is a good piece of anti-war film. And with that, we say goodbye to our sweethearts....
Goodbye, my sweetheart...
“G—GROAHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO———” “What have I done wrong, Great Father? Us Brothers and Sisters are grateful…..”
The boy in the throne stared in silence on the sight of suffering as the black void on the screen engulfs the right side of the screen.
No one understood what was in Stephen's mind for the past five years. His normally accepting friends couldn't make heads or tails of Stephen's uncharacteristic, 'not like himself' behaviors. Today felt like the culmination of his behavior.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god….He may not like this”, Stephen repeatedly mutters hurriedly as he runs.