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Movie Review: The Wolfman

I am Wildwood — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:06:20 +0000

This film is a very visually attractive movie for those who are interested in blood, fighting, and futuristic special effects. Other than that, the film provides a somewhat predictable plotline and a typical inner love story.

Wave of Cleansing

I am Wildwood — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:28:39 +0000

My life is similar I would say-
To a wave.
A just comparison I believe
Let me explain what I perceive.

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I am Wildwood — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:05:06 +0000

Everybody's looking for something they can't see

Like staring at the center of the rising sun

Look too long and you will find

A purple spot in the center of your eye

Me

I am Wildwood — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:24:59 +0000

ROCKROCKROCKR HARD PLACE HARD PLACE

ROCKROCKROCKROCK HARD PLACE HARD PLACE

ROCKROCKROCKROCKROC ME HARD PLACE HARD PLACE

ROCKROCKROCKROCKROC HARD PLACE HARD PLACE

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I am Wildwood — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:15:48 +0000

Everyone has their own life story to tell.

Mine, well, it is still in the process of being written. There have been some incidents here and there, some excitement but bruises as well.

Happiness

I am Wildwood — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:11:12 +0000

I've become convinced I am just not supposed to have a happy life. No matter what it is that makes me happy, it never lasts for more than a week.

Something always happens to either cancel out the happiness that was once made, or whatever it was that made me happy, goes away.

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I am Wildwood — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:02:58 +0000

It's funny. I've spent so much of the past year of my life judging people's relationships. Friends who were "obsessed" with their boyfriends and the guy who always goes back to his girlfriend, even though she treated him like dirt. Those were the types I laughed at or tried to talk some sense into.

Strange world

I am Wildwood — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:50:35 +0000

It is a strange world indeed.

Sequences

I am Wildwood — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:26:21 +0000

Mother, brother, sister, father
You are the breath in my lungs
Running, breathing, crying, living
Thinking back to when I was young

Scribes

I am Wildwood — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:14:44 +0000

An army
A war
All under trampling feet.
Feet you cannot hear
Feet you can’t perceive
For I speak of the future.