Textual DériveThe Kinetic Phonetics of a Terminal Fool
These are the writings of Savage Henry Lee, known to many as "that guy" or "him" or "y'know". I am... maybe a poet, maybe a loser. Either way, a perpetual happening. ØØØ
I live, I breathe, I write. I feel a need to share my writing with the world. I don't know why, but it just feels better that way. It's a process. XXX
Despite all my rage, I am still just a word on a page.
Just to be a nerd:
I hate shit like this. It totally pulls me out of the movie, and ruins any sense of realism I’d been struggling to feel.
It’s not just Stan Lee; he’s an annoying old thief, for sure. Stan Lee gets a paid cameo in the movie, while the guy who did all the work of creating Spider-man? Steve Ditko? He doesn’t get diddly. Stan Lee is a comic-book con-artist, who takes credit for other people’s work. He did not create Spider-man, and he pisses all over the man who did.
But that’s not what annoys me the most about this shot. What really bugs me is that… if that fight were taking place, in the first shot? They would be displacing air like crazy. Notice how the lights don’t move, and Stan Lee isn’t affected. That’s because none of it is real; it’s all just computes.
It’s like in animation. The desks Peter and The Lizard touch, those move. But if this were real, everything would move. The floor would quake. Chairs across the room would fall over. But instead, in the midst of this giant battle, only one or two things rattle at all.
The action in this movie has no weight, gravity, or sense of consequence. It’s a bunch of weightless blobs throwing around CG effects, with no actual effect on the real-world.
Even with headphones on, Stan Lee should notice the background action. Playing him as oblivious for a joke, just breaks the action, and reminds you that none of this happened, it was just drawn by guys with computers. The Lizard was never in that room; they just knocked over two shelves, and added him in post.
And that’s fine - unless I notice. If I notice it, then it means that you made a bad movie.
Girls I’m In Love With: Part Whatever
(via grafikers)
Downtown where the river bends
They’re just waiting for you to resurface
Take a look at this photograph
Clearly his teeth were bared
He coulda been yawning or snarling
He coulda been anywhere
Right The First Time Around
I go out looking for lovers like I’m looking for a fight. I fall down like I’m drunk and I spit acid like I’m a drug-dealer with a sprinkler up his ass. I’m a mythical beast, I’m something that’s too hungry to see straight and too angry to bother trying to hide its feeling about you and your sexual lifestyle.
Aw well, fancy meeting you here. Didn’t really think it’d go just like this, never really thought we’d wind up hooking up in this sort of fashion.
She’s got this friend: and I’m scared I’m about to overpower him. She’s got this texture to her that reminds me of house-paint on a really warm day, when the fumes get in your eyes and your nose, and it’s so thick and sticky and heavy, you feel like you can’t even move, not forward anyway.
So yeah, we took it, we took our chance, we took our chances, we took all their chances, and we took over the scene, like a bunch of Fascist Scenesters, the sort of sad bastards who take over due to social stigma and then just get bored and trash the whole scene anyway.
Shit, I just wanna be myself. I just wanna get tired and fall over. I just want to rake my hand through my hair and feel like, I dunno, like something could be going on. Something with stereo colours and sounds that surround and you know, bits that dazzle and torment.
I’ve got lots of bits that’re designed to dazzle and torment, but I dunno how well we pull off the whole show anymore. We’ve rewritten the acts so many times, that all the details have gotten lost. Lost like little details, in the rain.
She’s like a little detail, so far away, getting lost in the rain.
I hate it when people act like the past used to be better.
“Oh people today are so much more rude than they were when I was young.”
Shut up, you fucking moron. Things aren’t that much different, you’re just making your personal perspective for a larger cultural trend. Look outside of yourself before you beak off at me, dork.
(via icedoutyouth)
Effortlessly rambling, finding conjunctive cognitive leaps of faith to make towards another ineffable discovery of self VS everything else that exists or might not exist simultaneously.
Man I’m hungry. Can I go for lunch yet?
I don’t know what you alcoholics are all complaining about all the time. If they sold my drug-of-choice on every street in the fucking city, I’d be goddamn thrilled.
I’m pretty sure this is from “The Crow”.
But mostly, I just like crows.
Tracking back old friends. Squirming in my seat. Struggling to make new friends.
“Notice me. Sense me. Come play with me.”
My tea grows cold in my cup, and outside on the street, a busking girl sings songs I’ve never heard before. She doesn’t sing well, but I’m okay with just the idea of what she’s doing.
I want a ring of lightning to wear on my finger. I want a mind that casts energy out into the void.
I want an army of ghosts sleeping my shadow.
And I want you to sleep there too.
(via ilove-asianguys)
