Thursday, December 24, 2009

Greta



Gretas a trip, but shes not a vacation. 
Shes seventeen, bright, beautiful and seriously rebellious, full of sarcastic wit that barely disguises the hurt inside.
 Pushed aside by her mother, Karen, who is on her third marriage and counting, Greta is shipped off to her grandparents for the summer, and shes not happy about it. In fact, she tells them that she fully intends to kill herself before the summer is over and is currently compiling a notebook of suicide methods. 


Acerbic, yet winningly impulsive, Greta is a stunning force of nature, disrupting her grandparents staid and settled lives and the Jersey Shore community they live in as well. 
But a near catastrophe gives Greta a wake-up call and demonstrates how deeply her own actions impact those around her. Gretas growing love for her elderly grandparents, along with the excitement of her first summer romance, gradually strips away her defenses, revealing the promising, charismatic young woman underneath her shell. 


Duff plays the title role of a waitress who falls for a charismatic, young short-order cook (Ross), only to find out hes been in and out of a juvenile correctional facility for stealing cars. Now hes determined to do something with his life, but as their romance heats up, Greta has to overcome the concerns of her grandparents (Burstyn, Murphy) about her new friends criminal past.


 Cast Includes: 
+ Greta- Hilary Duff; 
+ Katherine- Ellen Burstyn;
+ Julie- Evan Ross; 
+ Joseph- Michael Murphy.







What happens now...?.



.A.


Again. Again.
The lips are scarred and soft.
The face might not be my own.

"Keep on runing, keep on running,
there's no place like home."
Repeating between the dead streets.
Again. Again.

The eyelashes beat against the fingers.
They don't know.
They...

* * *

.B.


Express in my mind is gathering more speed.
Braziers spread heat and collapse.
Funnels whistle, steam wind up the northern gale.
Cabins are filled with drunk clowns.
Facial paint on the walls.
Words written down with passionate hate.
"Do we ever have the pleasant smile
from a child of horror and lies?."
The dots have fled.
Running freely on fields with deers.
Hiding inside their furcoats and secret light.
Playing hangman games between their horns.
The dots have fled from the pain and suits.

"Do we ever have the wretched hand
playing with dolls and hide-n-seek?."


Quote


"Lets grow old together, and die at the same time."

- White Lies




My Love









Wednesday, December 23, 2009





Cut out my heart and bury me six feet under.




Monday, December 21, 2009

Kings and Queens

We are going side by side.
Holding hands.
Shoulders embracing the warmth.
Don't let the stars fade away.
Become who you are and be who you will never be.

The whole day have been so strange. So strange have been the past few weeks. Dreams are enchanted, and painful. Never want to wake up, and not sure if I truly have during my awake hours. The fields are empty, and the bird has fallen. Single shot from lonely hunter, to fill the craving in his heart and soul. To fill the cold spot, what was left behind, after the death of the wife. After the feelings fled into the street full of walking corpses.

My lips are dry. Try to look above, into the skies. Try, try, try. Do, do, do. To live fully, you don't need to fulfill the dreams and illusions of others. To live with full emotion, you don't need to betray and lie. You don't need to create false memories and illusions. Don't, don't, don't. Life, death, reincarnation.

We have grown apart and then we wander. Why haven't we noticed, that we have been in love with a stranger?. And then we do understand. Hopeless and drained we feel. The ache in our veins is false and just a small part of the jigsaw. Yes, we keep collecting the pieces, that the other "half" is pulling down. And the promises, that were once made, are all behind the horizon. Only the Tearmaster will know, if the rivers will be floated over or maintain the drought.

The blind man is never dark.
The deaf ear is never silent.
The mute lips are never tranquil.
They have more than any "ideal" person.
They are whole.
Their imperfection makes them perfect.

And we wander more, why have everyone changed so much.
Yet we are blind to the fact, that this is us, who have evolved.
Hard to accept, people move to you and pass by.
People come and go, they choose you to company on their journey
or dump beside the highway.
On these days, this is rare.
It is rare, when you will collect friendship of lifetime.
Somehow it all matters, teaches and we learn.
We want, but our desires are wrong.
Or our wantings does not match with the desires.
And then we take wrong turn on the crossroads.
And curse ourselves for being a fool.

Hang on, we say to our partners in crime.
To our friends we promise.
And then leave everyone behind.
Lie through stupid and weak apologies.
Lie is something that makes us all weak.
Speaking the truth may hurt, but through hurt we grow stronger.
And being stronger makes us better persons.
We might survive the future.

*** Listen to the song that I added to this entry.
And read it all again. Dig deep in and don't let go from the edge.
These words may swallow you and you'll get lost into the maze of my mind. ***



Saturday, December 19, 2009

Dandelion Hands

My hands smell like dandelions, still.
The pain under my skull is coming alive with thunders.

* * *

City streets are flushed over with dirt.
Cats find their corpses and take the skin on the 7th walk.
Orphan is playing monkey drums in the basement.
All the candles have died down.
The monkey is sitting in the gutter.
His hands are playing in the sea of teardrops.
Silently. The red stripes have formed theatrical circus.

Thousand eyeballs of Loch Ness monster
canned for coming winter.
Naked harlequin rolling up the sleeves
for the ghosts, who sleep with princesses.
To collect them. To drain them.

"Welcome to my world, sire."
The chessman's coat is covered with blue.
Pour out the blood, child.
Drain our the life.
Your home is over the edge.
Gamble rambles and become free.

Who decides if you are insane or not?.
Ask from the voices in your head.
Maybe they will give you the map.
Maybe they will give you the passport and a knife.

This Road




And the seagulls are collecting the flesh
from the sharp bones of the sea.

Having another pair of eyes
for their oracle collection.
Another lost keys for the iron locks,
rust swallowing what’s left from the wrecks.
The sparkling soul, drowning towards the end.
Towards the abyss of paperhearts.
Fake and unreliable.

*
Never thought this road ends with a cliff.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Strangers in my windows,



Oldest first, then newest.
Booyah.

Someone pull the electric impulses out of my brain and shut down the damn factory.
The noise is too loud!,

*

Pardon me, while I just.. burst.

*

Clouds.
I am in love with clouds.
They make me feel like I would like to reach my hand and grasp it all!.

*

All my memories are not seen by me, but by the other me, from far away. I fell off from the stairs, against stone floor, with head. I was 6.

*

"They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool, till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules." - John Lennon

*

Starting to read "The Fall of Hyperion" by Dan Simmons. Finished the first one a days ago. Science fictional heaven!.

*

Woke up from medical dream. I saw blue sand with clouds in it. And lemontrees. I was in astral projection again.

*

Remember, duckies, life is only a bucket.

*

I outlined myself from the flesh market. My own peace is more important.

*

My comfort during the last long awake hours has been drum and base along with jungle and other beatable rythms. I think I am in heaven.

*

Every morning I wake, I discover it has gone even more colder. What happened with "going slowly and steady towards the winter"?.

*

Have been singing over half of a hour. My throat is so sour now, but I can't stop, cause it is one thing that makes me feel alive!.

*

And I am wandering to the dreamlands, fluffers and yellow rubberboots. The imaginary worlds wait for me to come home!

*

Someone shoot me for being coldhearted and numb.

*

Well, I will have no "Halloween" this or any other year. It is not Estonian holiday, so why should I even bother?. Stupid mainstream.

*

My today's menu consists a lot of healthy and spicey food, The Pierces and illusions of insanity.

*

Can someone pack me into a red suitcase with black bubbles and small bunnies and import me to India... for example. Or choose a place 4 me!.

*

Snow, c'mon!. Your light is here, but where are you!?.

*

Can someone shoot my tooth, so it would stop hurting so much. Thank god I am not a huge sweet and candy friend.

*

I am so sleepy, it feels like the sandbags filled with cooked flies have risen on them. Soon I am a champion of the riseing the lids.

*

After a loooooong time, I finally wrote a poem. Unfinished and raw, but a poem. In Estonian.

*

No one deserves to be treated like this, specially the animals. Poor fellow, who you are chained into the garage, outside, embracing day and night.

*

Eddie Vedder's "Hard Sun" brings perfect ending to the day. It has been so down into the dirt and so misty. Or is it me, who's over edge.

*

C-c-c-c-c-cold. I think I'd become perfect wintersleepingbear. I feed from red peanuts and dreams.

*

I left behind "This life". I am new. No alcohol, no drugs, no partying. I have become a-sexual and I am completely satisfied with it!.

*

Cheers to the insomniacs!

*

It is almost 6 in tha morning around here. Imma going to bed nao. See you around duckies!. I won my insomniac this time.

*

Wakeing up at afternoon with rage from stupid dream, discovering you have only one blanket out of four. Not part of my any plan.

*

I keep coming up with new science fictional stuff. It is like my brain is on the constant roll. I can't keep it shut, and don't want to.

*

6 hours and no sleep. Welcome zombie-time!.

*

This is not happening. This damn dog knows how to whistle through whining. Rough, just rough. Starting in the middle of the night.. brains?.

*

Plain minds and plain ideas. Caged in small cubics and boxes. Jump on 'em, jump, jump, jump. Bounce, bounce, bounce.

*

I was one of the few in my class, who loved "Hamlet". Young blood on these days don't value the good ol' classical stuff.

*

Just finished watching Pussycat Dolls Present: Girlicious. My secret passion is dancing and singing, wish I could learn how to hip-hop!.

*

Music: Radiohead's intoxicating flow of ambient and calming energy.

*

The best way to drift off is with Portishead. Visions come thro my eyes, brain and soul. I'm living in a movie, and the movie is living me.

*

I must take credit on my sleeping patterns. For sure, they are my masterplan for life.

*

Kuuluud <3

*

Sa pole hull, ja ja ja. Sa pole hull, ja ja ja. Sa pole hull.

Translation:
Yer not crazeh, yes yes yes. Yer not crazeh, yes yes yes. Yer not crazeh.

*

I do not love alcohol, as I used to.

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I do not love alcohol, as I used to.

*

Last two episodes of "Bakemonogatari" to watch. Love it!. Very abstract and different anime. 13 episodes of pure enjoy!.

*

Need. To. Sleep.

*

Everytime I hear notes any of Nirvana's song, I get chills and goosepumps.

*

Goo' ol' sweet dreams comes with Tricky.

*

My mind has lost it completely, sometimes I have a slight thought. I sit in darkness and think why all the lights are gone

*

Here I am. Only two hours of sleep and my mind is on the race space again. No sleep for several hours now. Hurray for me. >.<

*

Good morning hangover. Good night sanity.

*

I am officially dead. The hangover is awful.

*

Suprise call from someone, who is more than plain friend. Seems that he is famous nao, but I don't care. He still is great!.

*

Officially freezing. The whole past few days have been immense and sooo wierd. Strange energies, strange dreams, strange, strange, strange..

*

I suck being ill. I suck the illness... how obvious, uh..

*

Standing up is like on a stormy sea, only you stand in one spot and everything else is moving around u, strange, the energies are..

*

I lost my glasses and I have NO idea, where I put them. Mother suggested to call to them. Hm, if I only could recall the number!.

*

New Estonian the most viewed comedy series prize wins "Eesti Otsib Superstaari". I mean it!. O.o

*

The winter has arrived through my blue room walls and taken place instead of the all living.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Lets boost it up, babe!.

Not gonna let NOONE ruin my day//night:


Paperheart and fireflies




I want to say "I missed you" to him, but I simply won't and I hate how it hurts me from so 
deep inside. I feel like cracking. And I shed tears and for what?. For betrayal and dumping..
Yes, one friend of mine IS right. I am afraid to love, but how do you love again, when you have been promised and said beautiful words to and then dumped and left collecting pieces of your paper heart, and it feels like there are still pieces missing, and there will be...
I let the tears fall and cover my cheeks, even when I promised I will never, NEVER cry for him.
I truly loved him, and I still am.
& after all this time, we are talking again, but I never imagined, how hard it will be.
Still mad at him, and I am not sure, if I am ever able to forget and specially forgive the 
hurt that the certain person caused.
I have kept these tears and words in me for so long, it is time for them to come out and
open.
Makes things a lot easier, I am sure of it.


I will keep collecting those paper pieces, and there is no one else to help me.
This is something I have to do on my own and come through from this,
no matter how much it haunts me.
No matter how hard I wish it to go away.
No matter...

Friday, December 4, 2009

Top 13

1. Otep - Head of Medusa
2. Leandra - Inverted Mirrors of Decay
3. A Perfect Circle - Judith
4. Otep - Numb & Dumb
5. A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras
6. Within Temptation - Towards the End
7. Angelspit - Kill Kitty
8. Leave's Eyes - Into Your Light
9. Michael Andrews - Carpathian Ridge ((From Donnie Darko OST))
10. Leave's Eyes - The Crossing
11. Evanescence - Lithium
12. Eminem - 3 A.M.
13. Otep - Necessary Accessories