Last Post (such misleading titles)

So, after a long long time, I've finally decided to shut down this blog. Shut it down, yeah.

So there isn't much to say
No I don't know where I'm going but I know I'm gone.
I can't say what I've been feeling but I know I'm done.
I'm looking in the shadows,
Shadows of the past.
I do want more,
But we're moving too fast.

I ain't feeling, like I used to.
I'm knocked down hard, cause I used to;
Defy gravity.
Defy, gravity.
Goodbyes keep dragging me,
Down,
And I'm fighting gravity.
Fighting gravity.
I tried, but I keep falling.
Cause falling's easy.
But there's only one way up.
So I've been thinking about something.
Lately I've been alive.
Cause I found my reason in nothing,
So I'll close my eyes.
If I don't mean nothing.
To everything around me
Is it my fault that we are who we are,
When we've only ourselves to blame;
The sunlight begins to fade now
And I feel like I'm losing time
But I don't know how I'm here
The sunlight is turned to gray
And I feel like I'm losing love again
And I don't know how I'm here 

It's hard to know,
When it's time to go,
But I think I can,
Show the way out,
For myself,
Cause I know I'm fighting a battle I can't win.
I've tried hard but I'm the last of my kin.
It doesn't matter anymore,
When they won't think of you.
With an injured wing the eagle finds it hard, to soar.
So I'm leaving to.
Cause everybody leaves.
So I'm done.
And I don't know where I'm going but I know I'm gone.


You'll see me. Somewhere for sure. Just not here or on tumblr anymore. I'm done writing. You'll see my name on a youtube channel today maybe, or you'll see it on a vimeo short film, all i'm saying is watch out :)

For the last time. Haha.
JustAnotherRandomGuy

Review Time!

THERE WILL BE BLOOD- A REVIEW

So after a lot of time, I finally had the honor of watching the masterpiece that is called There Will Be Blood.

I don’t know about you but ever since watching this Paul Thomas Anderson piece of art, I have never had a milkshake without bursting into a bad, loud Daniel Plainview impression,

The film is a great watch from the beginning to the end.

Wait, not the beginning. Not the very beginning.

It opens with the shot of our main character, Daniel Plainview, in a mine. In a Pyrrhic Victory he gets the (Stone? Oil piece? Ore? It doesn’t matter. It’s basically a McGuffin), and comes out crawling. For the average cinema-going audience, this part ain’t exactly satisfying. You’re hurdling through dark shots of the mine then suddenly struck by the cold light of day of the Nevada desert. You see a character mining for something. Damn, you have nothing to sympathize for.

Not to mention you have about four and a half minutes before anything happens.

This is like one of those films, if you didn’t know how good it was, and just caught the first few minutes while scrolling by, it probably wouldn’t interest you. 

But then again. This film is a masterpiece, one that deserves to be watched from the beginning to the end, it doesn’t care if you didn’t find the first moments gripping, and serves to delight the absolute purist in cinemas. Not that an average layman wouldn’t find it interesting, though.

A few years later we see him working as part of an Oilgarchy. The ‘derrick’ finds oil, and the entire place rejoices. They collect it in a pool, and our MainCharacter even goes ahead to put it on his child’s forehead. There ahead you can see how our character is so amazed by the black blood that is oil.

We see him over the years, find out his child’s (H.W. Plainview) mother died in childbirth, how taken he is by the investments in oil.

Now I won’t bore you too much.

It all begins with Paul Sunday, the son of a goat ranch owner down in California. He acquires the land and what happens with Eli, Paul’s brother, his drilling there, explosion which causes deaths of few and his child to go deaf, which in turn makes him into a monster. He almost kills Eli out of frustration, abandons his child, and gets sucked in deeper into money-making, and how we struggles to get out of it.

Now telling you anything more would be spoiling it totally for you :P

Daniel-Day Lewis does an absolute fantastic job of portraying Daniel Plainview’s descent into madness for his greed of the black foul substance of oil. In my opinion nobody could have portrayed the character better. Damn, it just makes me feel why he is one of the few amazing actors all-around.

I however was not thoroughly satisfied by Paul Dano’s performance. You know how some movies have been bad, but it wasn’t their fault? The character was just scripted badly?

This is the exact opposite.

I mean, c’mon. The only moment I felt the actor did okay was during the strangling of his father Abel Sunday. If you look at him, you’ll notice his character’s eye wandering between shots. Even through his fantastic energy-filled church sermons, I feel a person could have done better- 

Cillian Murphy.

No seriously. Look at his performances in 28 Days Later and Red lights. The kid could have TOTALLY pulled the character off.

All others did well too. Hans Howes for Bandy, Kevin J’O Connor for Henry Plainview( I can’t spoil it yet, can I ? ), and Dillion Fraiser for H.W. Plainview especially. The boy really pulled off one of the best child actor performances seen through the years.

General Appeal- 7.5 out of 10. Even if you didn’t hang on after the dismal few first minutes, this movie is a thoroughly entertaining watch. A few people might be disappointed about the lack of blood until at least half an hour or a full one hour.

Style/Cinematography- 9 out of 10. The place it missed out on is it’s color use. The shots move really quickly from light to dark, and that isn’t pleasing the eyes. And cinematography’s all about pleasing the eyes. Full credit to the guy though, for managing all those shot-blocking sequences, to introduce characters, one at a time.

Plot- A total 10 out of 10. Paul Thomas Anderson struck oil when he got this idea. I have never felt a more compelling story, and what makes it better is that you can’t help hating Daniel Plainview but sympathizing for him at the same time. 

I don’t think if I say anything anymore I will be able to give it justice, so yeah :)

Also, doesn’t it feel too much like the Coen Brothers’ film No Country For Old Men? Fun Fact: Due to the derrick explosion scene, the nearby camp for No Country For Old Men had to abandon shooting for one day. That film however went on to beat There Will Be Blood at the Oscars.

In total I give it a 9 out of 10 (Scores are not a average, it is what I give it independently.)

Until next time, and thanks for reading all this

JustAnotheRandomGuy

I really wish I could write something but I can't. I have so much to write, but to be honest, I can't put it down on ink and paper.
My poet's wound has closed, apparently (Not really a good thing)
So, to pass time, I'll finish the Daredevil series and hit you with a double review of Daredevil and Age of Ultron.
Yeah. I can't write right now.

F***

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Giving up

There's two kinds of people
Some who give you up
And some who can say they tried
The others just get on their with their own lives,
While I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgotten you have, an old friend.
Left without a, proper goodbye.
What's the last time,
You looked me in the eye?
The last time that you, spoke to me in real life?
But I tear my heart open
And then sew myself shut, 
The weakness being,
That I care too much
But my scars remind me,
My past is real
I tear my heart open
Just to feel
You tied this insane soul,
Bound him to a wall,
In his chest you bored a hole,
Tonight is his last stand.

Forgetting all this rhyming bullshit, I have two things to say- One, I'm not uploading my posts to indiblogger cause I'm infrequent and this writing is shit.
And you need feelings to write. Writing is expression.
Does this look like a man who has feelings?
Two, I feel really bad.
NOTHING I DO IS EVER RIGHT!
C'mon guys. And really, I have lost meaning.
I'm not making anybody else happy, neither am I happy myself, neither would anybody be happier seeing me alive.
Oops.
People have forgotten me. I'm not kidding. People I used to call best friends don't have the nerve to talk to me in class, but have enough to b**** behind my back.
Great. I don't mind. What I do is that you fake it all with me.
And there is one person indeed who has totally forgotten me.
Aah. No matter. After all, I have no right to speak to royalty, do I?
Talk to you when the air stops getting so thin up there, Blue.
Oops. Public name calling.

No, I'm not even gonna f***ing give a logout message

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Jack.

I am Jack.
I am Jack's hands, shaking all the time, never been able to hold anything in my hands, not my life, the people I care for, my job, my family. I've been trembling from years of substance abuse. All these hands can grasp is a bottle. Or a pill. Pills are nice.
I am Jack's bones. Broken from fights, countless of them in bars, brittle from inadequate exposure to daylight.
But what use are bones when there is nothing left to protect?
I am Jack's brain. Never being able to concentrate on a single thing. I'm broken. Migraines keep coming and going, like an old friend,
I am Jack's heart. I pump in and out his fatigued blood, but the fatigue I cannot banish.
Life I cannot support. A broken heart am I.
I am Jack's liver. For years I have been supporting him. I have grown old and weary through years of alcohol being pumped through me.
Booze-fuelled drunkenness does not hide the pain, we found out. 
I am Jack's tired soul. I have been broken. I have been battered. Been shattered, been shaken. I am his complete lack of surprise. I am his vengeance which is directed at himself. I am Jack's cold sweat.
I am Jack's chair. Many a night he sat upon me and completed his tasks. It took him so long to understand the final task which needed to be done.
I am Jack's rope. Tonight Jack is freed.

(Thumbs up if you got the references)

Jack is a weird name.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

I hab

Release The Savage

Listen to me.
You've got to listen to me.
Why do you do what you do? Your job? Your life? Carry on through pain? Enjoy life as you 'think' it should be?
You do realize that happiness is just an emotion? A chemical. Rather, something that is FOOLING you into thinking you feel good? So why do we do what we do? We talk about art, morals, values and stuff, but what do we really care about? What is it that we are looking out for in the end?
We're fools dancing on a burning ship. We're assholes. We're ant sized idiots who don't matter at all. After all, what good will it do when you blow up the world? Or save it from blowing up? Happiness? People say strive for it. But what do you do, your 'happiness' is just a simple drug.
A drug that you are addicted to.
A drug that we keep striving for.
Your happiness is JUST a drug your body gives in exchange for its survival and maybe generation of more offspring. 
Your body is a traitor. It makes you cry. It makes you thirst for the drug that is happiness?
So what do you do? I'm baffled. I guess there is nothing much to do. Do whatever you wanna do, really. Who cares if you just got fired from your job? You lost the love of your life? You are ashamed in front of your family? It's just your body giving you the false illusion, in the end.
Do whatever you wanna do. Run away. Fall back on the primal emotion of hunger, hunger for yourself.
For once, block out all the signals that your DNA dictates you to do.
For once, be the beast you need to be. The beast that knows only himself. Lose your conscience.
For once.

Release The Savage.

See ya later.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Scribble

Waking up, at the end of a bad dream
Only to realize it could be true.
Shaking my head, about to scream,
Then to realize it's of no use.

After being broken so many times,
I wonder if I have the strength to go on.
Their words seem like Hippocratic crimes
And I begin to slow down.

So scribble me out,
Mistakes erased,
Forgotten,
Life goes on
Without me

Runnin' down a dream

Never would come to me.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Wrecked

So
Do you live?
Do you die?
Do you bleed ?
For the fantasy 
In your mind?
I'm wrecked,
Wandering hopelessly.
Searching for a drug.
Thoughts, they're
Poisoned from the inside.
I cannot see,
Corrupted,
I have been. 

Vox Populi

JustAnotheRandomGuy

The Reason For These Scars

The reason for my scars
She's out there in the stars
And I'm trying to breathe right here on mars
But not getting anywhere

He's the truth of my life
The raising of this knife
The reason for my strife
But he's never there

I need to know my fate
I've been waiting for a change
Searching in my range
All hopeless

All I need is a sign
I've worshipped enough of your shrine
Put an end to the cryin'
And tell me

Cause this steed can go alone
The road still has space for two
I don't need another drone
With or without you
I'll be fine

Does she not care, or does she not hear?

Does he not get it, that I don't fear?

Cause I'd cross those stars

Fade away my scars

To be with you?

Then why am I still one?

And not two?

I CANNOT GO BACK TO BEING CHEESY I'M TOO EMO UARGH

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

 

Unnecessary

 I've woken up at the end of a bad dream
The kind that makes you question reality
Do I really need you? Do you really need me?
Or are we just pawns in the hands of society?

There's 7 billion people on this planet
One less wouldn't make a difference
Yet you need to make me feel better about myself
So that you can make you feel better about yourself

I want to take a step back
From this place, this party
It's deformed me, enclosed me
Am I who I am or who I need to be?

It's times like these that makes thoughts stack
We're all just pawns in the hands of society
So do understand
That I too, am unnecessary

You'll either ridicule me, or empower me
Use me as a mask or as a goat
Humiliate me or embrace me
Try to push me into or banish me
From this small little
White, flawless circle
You call acceptance
Hence
I take my leave

So you must understand at the end
I was after all unnecessary
If I'd not left, I'd be sent
And I'd rather be it in a hurry

Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change

I take my leave. It is for the best.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Stop.

 Well, won't be active much, as I said, cause I really can't find much to wite on. I mean, what use writing when you don't really have much to write on?

On the other hand, I need to address something. Recently I had realized, people often don't mean what they say. You know what? I'm fine with that. It was a very personal thing, yes, but why lie? Good lord, don't. No.

Blows to its dignity this heart can take.

But lies this soul will not stand.

So, please again, do not say things you do not mean. I don't need pity, or false apologies.

Stop. Think.

I can't take it. I won't take it.

And to my friends, virtual or real. I'd advise you to stay away for a while. I'm not the guy you know so well.

"Do not fight with monsters, lest ye become a monster yerself.

And when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you"(Friedrich Nietzche)

Words cut deeper than swords.

Scars they inflict, are on the heart, not our skin

The kind of scars that remind you the past is real

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Reasons Why This Won't Be So Active

Nah not misleading you. As the title implies. I'm writing a few screenplays  (Director's bug aaaarghh) so yeah, most of my time goes there. But don't worry, I'll be here as soon as I can, as much as I can,
So, seemed kinda rude to leave you guys without a piece of me. (100 brownie points to whoever though that wasn't weird)

Titled 'Emotions Betray Me'

Not a day, passes
That I don't forget
Not a night goes by,
This fate in stone 'tis set

I keep walking by,
But my emotions betray me
Keeping it in, smile a little smile,
But my conscience is the enemy

Sometimes I wake up at the middle of a dream
The kind that makes you question reality,
It's hard pulling, won't you help me,
But must not show, oh, my emotions betray me

I don't suffer, from insanity
Rather I enjoy every damn minute
Seeing us fools, dying, loving, f***ing
All for nothing in eternity
So I say,
Demon,
Where did my angel go?
Vanished, vapid, perfect, stupid,
You are the one.

I try to walk by each day
But my emotions betray me 
Talk without a stutter, my love.
But the conscience is the enemy.

Quentin Tarantino is a ---GENIUS
A bad motherf***er from the wallet to the p****

Hiatus

When someone asks me
"What is wrong?"
I simply reply with
"I'm just too tired"
And they agree 
They say to take a nap

But you see
This exhaustion
It is not simply something
Resolved by sleeping.
I cannot simply shut my eyes
And wake up okay

I need a break from my brain
My heart
My life
I need to go away for just a little while
Or maybe forever.

Kill your darlings

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Ranting On Thin Ice #2- I Will Gut You Like A Pig

It’s that time of the year again

I swear to God. By what I have been by, and now which is brought to memory recently by stuff.
F*** with me and I will gut you like a pig

Oh, because for all me f***ing life’s sake I have been nothing but pushed around, humiliated, and treated like a bag of shit that anybody can f***ing step on anytime.
Woah. It’s my bullshit. Kindly remove your shoes from it.

Am I supposed to lie here rotting?

Cause that’s what’s been all this life

Humiliation never stopped coming

You all held me at knife.

-Point.

That’s what I’m trying to make

Try to mess with me again

And you'll lie to waste

Cause I'm not the same anymore, sugar.

And this is my home game

I'm back. Badder. Bigger. Newer.

Someone's gotta pay for all that shame

So this is it.
The night of the hunter.
The day I get revenge.

The night to remember.

The day it'll all just end.

So why don't you come here

Challenge me

You thought I was just a mere

Enemy?

Respect rusts

Anger seeths

Time to burn

Time to defeat 

UUUUUAAAAAARGGGHH

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Mars

I am the spark that en-flames your will
I am the fearless general
And so I must lead with pride and power
For I am the hero whom others shall follow
Unto an epic adventure
To conquer hesitation
To destroy limitation
Suffering humiliation and ridicule, but
All in all for the ascent of my rule
I am that which overcomes
I am sexual desire
I am the unquenchable thirst
I am primal hunger

Fear me
For I am the destruction of innocence
I am the violence embedded in flesh
I am the pain in the bones of the mortal shell
The dark heart of the Earth
I am hell.

Worship me.
I am the fluid
The very liquid
Of your death, of your life
The same stuff of horror flowing down when starteth the strife
Flowing down your veins, a toxin
Of misery, of destruction
Of your desire
Your burning fire
For I am,
Blood.

Unsent Letters

***This post is written for indiblogger's indivine, #UnsentLetters***

Dear X,


Where did you go?
I see people walking around too, with their beaus
But you know,
I want you,
To finally come,
It's been too long a wait,
Too harsh, been downing all my rum
You know you're the only one
But where are you now?
Searching the earth I run
Only to realize you're not around

It gets a little lonely sometimes
Without you here
I kill myself a little each day
Wipe away the tears
My eyes swell up,
I can't help it I'm sorry
I try to mount the stirrup
Thinking of Lochinvar's story
Thing is,
I'd steal you too
From a court, a fort or a terrace
I'm screaming out loud
Hopelessly thinking you'll hear me
And come running to me
But you're not around

We've never met, you know
You're just in my dreams
But I know that you're looking for me
I know that you're searching for me
I think of all the times we could share
But instead I devolve into an empty stare
I'm just a speck of dust in the galaxy
Useless to find, worthless to keep
X, I've missed you long
But instead you do not come, and I sing this song

JustAnotheRandomGuy