seelifein69

Pain. It's what makes us human, it's what keeps us immortal, it's what makes us go on and causes us to cease. It's everything, if not just an inevitable reminder of. Your life is but a picture of the ground in front of you. It does not change in front of your eyes. Slowly, and tearfully, we stare at this ground, covered with ants and grasses and weeds. And each day, a new leaf falls, a grass blade dies, a footprint is left behind. It's not until we compare to the past that we see how different our lives have become, how the old leaves have rotten away. The pain was petty, the subject matter nonimportant, and to notice how neglectful we were

"Blame" by Claudio Carvalho, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil It was raining and almost dark this past Sunday. I consider myself quite the movie critic, so I cruised through the FearNet free movies to see what I could find to freak me out. I found the title which was simple enough to tell me that it wasn't some super cheesed up slasher film or teen sex adventurama. "Blame", with a pretty decent description under the title, which fooled me to think that this was going to be viewing a dark and artsy movie. I am one of those who think they can tell what the movie will be like within the first ten minutes. For me, this film was under that specification.

I wish I could just vomit up the words. That seems to solve the problem, of too much liquor in my stomach... So why is it that I'm seasick with words. Words I don't know how to say. Uncomfortably lucid to my feelings. More and more words. That have no meaning until they're said. So they just sit in the pool, of my stomach.