(NOT SO) Random (JAMES BOND BLU-RAY) Movie Mention: “A VIEW TO A KILL” (1985)

Yeah, That’s What’s On.

I Just Happen To Have This Classic JAMES BOND Caper On Ye Ole BLU-RAY, Now!

Exciting, Eh?!

For The Longest Time, I Insisted To My Friends ((and anyone else whom might/might-not care)) That This BOND Adventure…

“A VIEW TO A KILL“

…Was MY ULTIMATE-FAVORITE BOND Flick.

Period.

And, For The Bulk Of My Youth, It Honestly Was.

While It May Not Be MY FAVORITE Any Longer, It Remains A True Joy For Me To Kick-Back And Watch.

“A VIEW TO A KILL” And “OCTOPUSSY” Actually Started My Personal Love Affair AND Adventure With Ole -007- And His Amazingly Wonderful World.

I Sincerely Haven’t Looked Back, Since.

I’ve Been Hooked From The Onset.

I Do So So SO Love This Movie, And Think It To Be Very Very VERY Underrated.

Yeah, I’ll Grant That ROGER MOORE Was A Little “Long-In-The-Tooth” At Times During This One.

It Can’t Be Denied, So I Won’t Even Try To Do So.

But, Did It Honestly Bother Me???

Nope.

NOT. AT. ALL.

I’m A Huge ROGER MOORE Fanboy.

He Shall Always AND Forever Be MY FAVORITE BOND, And It’s Pure Bliss For Me To Watch Him Go On A Mission As The World’s Most Famous Spy.

“A VIEW TO A KILL” Co-Stars CHRISTOPHER WALKEN As Our Baddie, The F-in’ Brilliantly Insane “MAX ZORIN“, Whom Is Hell-Bent On Destroying Silicon Valley, California, With A Man-Made MEGA-DISASTER!

He Wants To Corner The World’s Microchip Market, You See.

Honestly, He’s The Icing On The Sweet Sweet Cake That Is A ROGER MOORE Bond-Fest.

And, If CHRISTOPHER WALKEN Is The Icing, Then GRACE JONES As The Evil Henchwoman “MAY-DAY” Is The Strawberry On-Top!

(((I hate raw cherries, so those don't come anywhere near my sweet sweet cakes with icing!)))

Just Sayin’.

This Flick Is Truly PRICELESS.

It’s Over-The-Top At Times, But It’s Totally Worth It, My Peeps.

The Chase Scene Going From The Eiffel Tower, And Ending With A Crashed Wedding On A Barge, Is Simply Wonderful FUN.

And, That’s Exactly What The Whole Flick Is…

…FUN!!!

Sometimes, That’s Really All I’m Lookin’ For.

I’m Very Happy To Have Now Added This BOND Caper To My Blu-ray Collection, And Now I’m Going To Get Back To Watching It.

I’ve Likely Seen It 412′ish Times…

…BUT It Has Yet To Get Old.

OH, And Don’t Forget About The Film’s Theme Song!

It’s Performed By Another Person Favorite…

DURAN DURAN

!!! !!! !!!

It’s STILL My Absolute Favorite BOND Theme Song.

Period Period Period.

Y’all Should Give This BOND Flick Another Chance, My Peeps.

It Is Deserving Of At Least That Much.

Who Knows, Maybe You’ll Encounter A New Found Appreciation For It.

I Know I Did, And I Already Really Enjoyed It.

You Just Can’t Beat JAMES BOND On The BLU-RAY!!!

Happy Movie Watching, Kiddies!!!

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The Song Stuck In My Head: “CRYING” by ROY ORBISON (with k.d. lang (1987))

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 17Apr13

“…I Thought That I…

…Was Over You…

…But, It‘s True…

…So True…

…I Love You Even More…

…Than I Did Before…

…But, Darlin‘, What Can I Do…

…For You Don‘t Love Me…

…And, I‘ll Always Be…

…CRYING…

…Over You…

…CRYING…

…Over You…

…Yes…

…Now You‘re Gone…

…And From This Moment On…

…I‘ll Be CRYING…

…CRYING…

…Over You.”

—{*}—

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I Know What You’re Wondering, My Peeps, I Really Do.

Is Young Bradley Sad This Morning?

Bradley Only Busts-Out The ROY ORBISON When He’s In A Downer Mood.

And, In Thinking That, You’d Be (almost) Very VERY Correct.

I Am Sad, This Morning.

It Happens.

To All Of Us, It Happens.

After Having A Conversation Last Night With Someone, My Mood Has Been Sinking Further And Further.

Again, It Happens.

Every Single Day Can’t Be Bubblegum And Candy, Ya Know?!

And, While I Do Tend To Listen To ROY ORBISON When I’m Down…

…I Also Listen To Him When I’m Supremely Happy.

There’s No Rhyme, Nor Reason.

It Just Happens.

But, Today, I’m So Very VERY Sad.

Being Taken To Task About One’s Life (or lack thereof) Is Never A Conversation One Enjoys.

In That, I’m Very Human.

I Didn’t Like It One Bit.

And, I’d Be Lying If I Said It Didn’t Effect Me On All Levels…

…Mental…

…Emotional…

…Physical…

…You Name It.

Did I Cry?

Even A Little?

You Betcha.

Did I Feel Better Afterward?

No.

Not In The Slightest.

In Fact, I Felt Weak.

I Felt Disgusted With Myself, Honestly.

Why I Let Anyone/Anything Effect Me Like That Is Beyond Me.

But, It Happens.

To The Very Best (and very worst) Of Us, It Happens.

So, This Morning, I Felt It Was Time To Work A Bit.

I Had To Get This Out Of My Head, Even In Some Small Way.

“CRYING“

byROY ORBISON

((with k. d. lang))

…Is My All-Time Favorite Duet In Music History.

Period.

In My Book, It Doesn’t Get Any Better.

I Sincerely Hope Y’all Enjoy It.

… … …

…

QUESTION:

When YOU Are Sad, What Songs Do YOU Listen To, My Peeps???

Anything Specific, Or Special???

Let Me Know.

I’d Love To Know.

May I Know?

…

… … …

“…There Were Moments Of Gold… There Were Flashes Of Light… There Were Things I’d Never Do Again… But Then They Always Seemd Right…” –PANDORA’S BOX (“It’s All Coming Back To Me Now” (1989))

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 22Feb13

“…There Were Nights Of Sacred Pleasure…

…It Was More Than Any Laws Allow…

…Baby, Baby…”

…

“IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW” Was Originally Released By The Band PANDORA‘S BOX On The Album “ORIGINAL SIN” In 1989 !!!

…

“…If I Kiss You Like This…

…And, If You Whisper Like That…

…It Was Lost Long Ago…

…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…If You Want Me Like This…

…And, If You Need Me Like That…

…It Was Dead Long Ago…

…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…It‘s So Hard To Resist…

…And, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…I Can Barely Recall…

…But, IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW! …”

… … … … … … …

… … …

…

Alright, My Peeps…

…I Know, I Know…

…Call-Out The Lame Police On Me, This Morning.

I Know, I Know.

But, Hell, It Happens To Everyone At Some Point…

…Right???

RIGHT!!!

Now, I’m Not Going To Try To Defend My Position On This Song…

“IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW“

by PANDORA‘S BOX

…I’m Really Just Going To Let The Song And The Lyrics Speak For Themselves.

I Awoke With This Song Playing In My Ear, As I Managed To Fall Asleep (again) With My MP3Player Blaring Some Of My Favorite Jams.

I Know There Are Other Versions Of This Little Number…

…But, Honestly, This Is The One I Remember Most…

…And, This Is The One I Enjoy Most.

Again, I Know, I’m Lame.

My Bad, My Peeps.

My Bad, Indeed.

But, When I Awoke, With This Song Cranking Away, I Simply Felt Powerless.

I Was Caught Within Its Grasp.

So, I Listened To It.

And Then Again.

And Again.

Finally, Before Things Got Out Of Hand, I Knew The Only Way I’d Get It Out Of My Head Was To Blog ’bout It.

It At Least Had The Most Potential For Successfully Getting It Unstuck.

Sadly (or happily depending on your view) It Isn’t Working.

I’m Still Listening.

I’m Still Singing Along.

I’m Still Wishing I Could Properly Say All I’d Like To Say, Right Now.

But, I Know I Can’t.

I’ll Just Say This Is A Song That Feeds My Happiness…

…And Makes Me Smile To (apparently) No End.

Yeah, It’s A Cheesy Song.

Yeah, It’s Probably Not The Best Version.

Yeah, I Don’t Really Give A Rat’s Ass Either Way.

What I Can (and will) Say, Is That I’m In Such A Quality Place, Mentally And Emotionally, Right Now.

Feelings I Haven’t Felt In Seemingly Forever Continue To Bubble-Up To The Surface.

I Feel Good.

I Feel Happy.

I Feel Cared For.

I Feel Connected.

How On Hell’s Half-Acre Could I Even Consider Letting Those Feelings Slip Away?

EXACTLY, My Peeps, I CAN’T.

I WON’T.

Said Feelings Simply FEEL Amazing To Me.

I’m Content, Kiddies.

I’m Finally Content.

And, While This May Not Last, I’m Not Going To Knock-It.

I’ve Wanted To Feel This Way For So SO LOOOOONG.

How Could I Give It Up?!?

Again…

…I CAN’T And I WON’T.

Period.

This Song May Be Total Cheese-Balls…

…But It DOES FIT With My Current Mental And Emotional States.

That’s Good Enough To Make It Blog-Worthy, Right???

RIGHT!!!

Please Enjoy Your Day, My Peeps.

The Weekend Is Upon Us.

Let’s Make It A Good One.

We Deserve That.

We Totally, TOTALLY DO, My Peeps.

Totally.

When Remembering Turns To Dwelling Turns To Suffering…

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 25Jan13

…You Know You‘re Fu*ked.

—At This Moment, I‘m Writing Just To Watch Myself Write.

I‘ve Slept Less Than 35-Hours In The Past 10-Nights COMBINED.

I‘m Irritable.

I‘m Sullen And Moody.

I‘ve Lost 15-LBS In That 10-Day Span.

I Don‘t Understand Why I Let Myself Get This Depressed.

I Know I Do It To Myself.

It‘s My Own Fault.

But, I‘M Not My Own Fault.

I Know That.

I Never Have Been.

I Was Created And Shaped By Events In My Life That Have Seriously Fu*ked-Me-Up.

Why Can‘t I Shake This?

Why Does The Past Still Cling To Me Like The Stench Of Death?

It Haunts My Day-To-Day Existence.

I Know Why.

BECAUSE I LET IT.

Period.

MY BAD.

It‘s These Memories.

I Can‘t Handle Them As Well As I‘d Like To.

As Well As I SHOULD.

It‘s Honestly Maddening.

It‘s Hard.

It‘s So Very VERY Hard.

I Go From Day To Day Seeing No Benefit From It All.

I‘ve…

…Sheesh…

…I‘ve Become My Own Worst Enemy.

Just As I Was Always TOLD I Would Be.

Just As I Always KNEW I Would Be.

It Happens To Us All At Some Point, Sure.

It’s Life.

It‘s LIVING Life.

My Moments Of Weakness And Horror Come To Me Like Flashes.

As Images.

Images A Person Should Never See.

No One.

The Thoughts Linger.

The Ill-Feelings They Cause Linger Longer.

Am I Having An Identity Crisis?

Whatever It Is, It‘s Hanging On Way Way WAY Tooo Long.

Talking To People Is Becoming More And MORE Difficult.

There Are A Couple Key People I‘d Love To Talk To.

They Just Don‘t Want To Talk To Me.

Sometimes, I Break Down And Simply MUST Talk To Someone.

Those Are The Moments When I‘m Feeling My Worst.

When I Know Something‘s Wrong Inside, And I Need To Make An Outside Connection Before I Snap.

I Feel The Worst, Though, When I Do Have To Ask For Help.

But, At The Point I Start Talking, I‘m Already Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel For The Oxygen I Need To Survive.

I Am.

It Gets Hard To Breathe.

I Start Feeling Sorry For Myself.

I Lose Personal Control.

I Become Someone Else.

Someone I Truly Am NOT.

A Whining…

…Crying…

…Sniveling…

…Used-To-Be.

I Know I’m Only 30‘ish‘ish.

Some Attempt To Push Upon Me That I‘m Still Far Too Young To Deal With Shit As I Do.

But, Everyone‘s Different…

…Correct???

Everyone‘s Got Their Own Stopping And Starting Point.

Their Own Breaking Point.

I Guess Mine Was Just A Bit Earlier In Life Than Some Others.

I Know I Don‘t Have It That Bad.

It‘s Not Like Someone Close To Me Has Died, Or Is Dying.

It‘s Simply The Past.

A Past I‘ve Yet To Beat.

A Past I‘ve Yet To Escape From.

A Past I‘ve Yet To Come To Terms With.

A Past I‘ve Yet To Let Go Of And Move On From.

And It‘s Destroying My Present.

I Guess Some Of This Is Normal, Right?

Thinking Of It All Has Just Brought Me Down So Much.

I Just Feel Very Alone, At Times.

But, I Do Understand That Life Could Be Much Worse.

Sadly…

…My Once Remarked-Upon Eyes Are Heavy, Dark, And Tired.

My Hopeful Outlook Has Turned Bleak.

Yet, Despite It All, I Survive.

MAYBE It All Has Made Me Stronger In Some Ways?

But, At What Personal Cost?

With Age And Experience Has Also Come Fear…

…Hate…

…Despair.

Where I Once Felt Love, I Now Feel Bitterness.

Where I Once Felt Alive, I Now Feel Drained.

Where I Once Cared About Life, I Now Resent It.

So Sad, Yet, So True.

It Just Pisses Me Off To No Extent.

When Wonderful Memories Become Jaded With Time.

I Swear, It Literally Makes Me Sick.

What I Wouldn‘t Give For A Moment‘s Peace.

A Clear Mind.

A Quiet Mind.

I Know I Have Some Amazing Moments Stored In My Brain-Case.

I‘ve Just Become To Bitter To See Them.

* *

PLEASE, My Peeps…

…Don‘t Be Alarmed By Anything I‘ve Said.

It‘s Just A Downer Moment For Me, And I‘m Allowing You To Experience It With Me.

I Guess I Just Wanted To Vent A Bit, As I Often Do When I Get Like This.

As I‘ve Said To Y‘all Before…

…Sometimes, It‘s Not Just The BEST Therapy…

…It‘s The ONLY Therapy.

Right???

RIGHT!!!—

The Song Stuck In My Head??? “I Should Have Learned This Lesson Long Ago… …That Friends And Lovers Always Come And Go…” –QUARTERFLASH’s “FIND ANOTHER FOOL” (1981)

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 23Jan13

“FIND ANOTHER FOOL” Is A Hot HOT Jam From QUARTERFLASH‘s Self-Titled 1981 Debut Album !!!

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“…Now You Claim…

…That Everything‘s Okay…

…Well, I‘ve Got Just One Thing To Say…

…Why Don‘t You…

…Find Another…

((Find Another!))

…FIND ANOTHER FOOL To Love You…

…Find Another…

((Find Another!))

…FIND ANOTHER FOOL To Love You…

…Find Another…

…FIND ANOTHER FOOL To Love You…

…Too Love You…

…Find Another. …”

\\\///

***

Alright, My Peeps…

…Let Me Quickly Say, I Don’t Just Listen To This Song…

“FIND ANOTHER FOOL“

by QUARTERFLASH

…When Someone Has Treated Me Foolishly And I Wanna Vent.

No.

I Also Listen To This Song When I’m Dwelling Upon MY Foolishness.

We’ve All Been Foolish In Matters Of Love At One Point Or Another.

Most Especially In Matters Of Love, Honestly.

In Fact…

…It’s In Matters Of Love Where I’ve Suffered Through Many MANY Bad Experiences In My 30′ish’ish Years.

**And, I’ve Done So ((ALMOST)) Totally Because Of MY Personal Foolishness.**

Then Again, Isn’t That Generally How It Goes?

Is That How It Always Goes For You?

How About You??

And You, There, In The Back???

Yes, And YOU, Also?!?!?

Yeah.

That’s Kinda What I’d Figured.

Our Favorite Game As Human-Being’s Is LOVE.

Always Has Been.

Some Will Quip, “It‘s Not A Game!”

To Those People, I Say “Good On Ya.”

I Also Say, “If You Don‘t Think It’s A Game, Then You‘ve Likely Been Hurt, Or Have Hurt Someone Else, While Playing And You Are/Were Pissed About It.”

To Be Honest, My Peeps, I Don’t Know What Else To Call LOVE.

It’s Always Felt Like A Game.

It Has Losers.

It Has Winners.

It Has First Time Players.

It Has Umpteenth Time Players.

It Has Unskilled Players.

It Has Highly Skilled Players.

It Has The Sheer Bliss Of A Solid Victory.

It Has The Horrid Dejection Of A Terrible Loss.

In Short…

…If It Ain’t A Game…

…What Is It?!?

That’s A Question I Sincerely Struggle With.

Honestly, As I Said, I Don’t Know What Else To Call It.

I Was Hoping To Get A Hand From Y’all, In That Regard.

That’s What We’re Here For, Correct?!

A Learning Experience.

I Know That’s A Big Reason I’m Here.

It’s Not The Only Reason, But It’s An Important One.

Fo Sho???

FO SHO!!!

LOVE, Whether A Thought OR A Feeling, Perpetuates Foolishness.

We Do So Many Foolish Things Whilst Playing Along.

We Do Things.

Things We Either WANT Or DON’T WANT To Do, All Because Of What We Feel, Or Think We Feel, For Someone, Or Something, Else.

Y’all Know I’m Not Slippin’ You Any Jive.

I’m Callin’ It Like It Is.

The Problem With This Wondrous, Beautiful, Vile, Evil, Amazing Thing We Call Love Is This:

“How Do We Know When We‘re Playing, And How Do We Know When We‘re Being Played???”

Yeah.

Exactly My Point, My Peeps.

Honestly, You Don’t Know.

You Don’t Know Until Something Eventful Happens.

“He Said YES!”

“He Said NO!”

“He Said MAYBE SO!”

Any Way It Goes, You Never Know Until Something Happens.

You Never Know Until The Proof Is There.

You Never Know Until It’s Tangible.

And, Even Then, Do You Really Know?

You Think You Do.

Is That Enough?

Sometimes, That Has To Be Enough.

Sometimes, That’s All We Really Have.

Right???

RIGHT!!!

My Advice?

You Kids Just Be Good.

Play Nice.

Try Not To Hurt Anyone, Especially Yourself.

Try Not To Do Anything Toooooooooo Foolish, Ya Hear Me?!?

Now, Go Get ‘Em, Tiger!!!

Good Game… …Good Game.

The Song Stuck In My Head??? “I Need To Be Cleansed… It’s Time To Make Amends… For All Of The Fun… The Damage Is Done…” –DEPECHE MODE’s “TO HAVE And TO HOLD” (1987)

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 20Jan13

“…I Feel Diseased…

…I’m Down On My Knees…

…I Need Forgiveness…

…Someone To Bear Witness…

…To The Goodness Within…

…Beneath The Sin…

…Although I May Flirt…

…With All Kinds Of Dirt…

…To The Point Of Disease…

…I Want Release…

…All This Decay…

…Take It Away…

…And Somewhere…

…There’s Someone Who Cares…

…With A Heart Of Gold…

…TO HAVE And TO HOLD.”

Music For The Masses (1987) (via Amazon.com)

“TO HAVE And TO HOLD” Is Off DEPECHE MODE‘s 1987 Album “MUSIC For The MASSES” !!!

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I Have Mentioned This Song…

“TO HAVE And TO HOLD“

by DEPECHE MODE

…Before, But I Honestly Didn’t Tell You WHY It’s Important To Me.

It’s Pretty Easy To See Why This Song Is Stuck In My Head.

Right???

Yes, It’s A Personal Favorite.

Yes, It’s (admittedly) NOT Everyone’s Cup’O'Tea.

It’s Slow.

It’s Quirky.

It’s Dark.

BUT…

…It’s Also Amazingly Beautiful…

…And Brilliant…

…And Simple…

…And Profound.

It’s A Song That Has Stayed Close To My Heart Seemingly Forever.

Since I Was A Teenager, Anyway.

I Know All The Words By Heart AND By Head.

During My Roughest Patches, This Song Was A Savior.

It ALWAYS Said What I Couldn’t.

I Listened To It Over AND Over.

I Did.

Hell, I Did Right Before I Decided To Write About It.

Yeah, I Can Be A “Moody Bitch”…

…And This Song Helps Carry Me Through All Of It.

It’s One Of Those Songs That Brings A Mental AND Emotional Change.

It Does.

It Carries Me, At Times.

And, I Always Come Out On The Other Side.

Usually Damaged.

But, Always Still Alive.

I’d Say That’s Good Enough.

This Song…

“TO HAVE And TO HOLD“

by DEPECHE MODE

…Has, At Times, Kept Me Alive.

It Expresses Itself Sooo Much.

So Much So, In Fact, It Takes Care Of A LOT Of MY Expressing.

It’s So Much Easier To Calm Down When You Have A Song That Feels So Deeply.

You Become Helpless In Its Grasp.

You Get Lost For A Moment.

Just Long Enough To Calm Your Ass Down, Ya Know?!

It Rarely Fails.

Don’t Worry, My Peeps, It’s VERY Safe To ENJOY The Song.

Just Be Careful Where You Sing It Out-Loud.

Other People Will Always Give You That Look As If You’ve Got Some Serious Problems.

Pfft.

What Do They Know, Anyway?!

13-In-’13: EXCUSE To FIGHT FLICKS: Part I

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 02Jan13

Since It Was Initially Mentioned To Me By A Close Friend, My Mind has Been Fluttering About Like Mad Over This First 13-In-’13 Of…

…Well…

…2013.

Schlock’ish Action Is A True Passion Of Mine.

Always Has Been.

Since Early Childhood, I’ve Been Addicted To Flicks Where The Main Goal/Point Of The Whole Thing Is To Kick Someone’s Ass.

Period.

So…

…In That Regard…

…I Bring You My First Delving Into My Favorite…

“EXCUSE To FIGHT FLICKS“

Today, I’ll Be Covering The Exploits Of THREE (3) Schlock’ish Action MASTERS:

CHUCK NORRIS

JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME

STEVEN SEAGAL

My Honorable Mention To This “13-In-’13” Has Already Become A Schlock’ish Action Classic, And I Felt It Deserved To Be On This List In Some Way…

“THE EXPENDABLES 2“

(2012)

And Now, For The 13.

***** ***** *****

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((#13))

“INVASION U.S.A.“

(1985)

((#12))

“CYBORG“

(1989)

((#11))

“MARKED FOR DEATH“

(1990)

((#10))

“BREAKER! BREAKER!“

(1977)

((#9))

“TIMECOP“

(1994)

((#8))

“OUT FOR JUSTICE“

(1991)

((#7))

“HARD TO KILL“

(1990)

((#6))

“IN HELL“

(2003)

(((#5)))

“SILENT RAGE“

(1982)

(((#4)))

“HARD TARGET“

(1993)

(((#3)))

“UNDER SIEGE“

(1992)

(((#2)))

“LONE WOLF McQUADE“

(1983)

(((((#1)))))

“FIREWALKER“

(1986)

What Can I Say…

…These Flicks Make Me Smile.

Nothing Wrong With That, Right?!

RIGHT!!!

I’ll Continue Tinkering With This Whole Concept.

For Now, I Just Wanted To Put Something Out That Would Make Y’all Smile A Bit.

Hope That’s A Big Ole…

MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED

!!! !!!!! !!!

“Never Underestimate The Power Of The SCHWARTZ!” –YOGURT

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 01Jan13

-=YOGURT=-

(((aka MEL BROOKS)))

(((aka “THE EVERLASTING KNOW-IT-ALL“)))

* * ***

*

Dedicated To My Nephew.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARI!!!!!!!!!!

My Tired Eyes: Or, How Bradley Learned To Continue Worrying And Became Rutger Hauer

Posted by youjivinmeturkey on 27Dec12

Oh, These Winter Blues.

Oh, How They Really Do Love Me.

Well…

…It, Honestly, Feels More Like They Really Hate Me.

Like, Really REALLY Hate Me…

…A Lot.

As I Told A Friend The Other Night…

…I Looked At My Eyes And I Said…

“I Look Tired.”

Not “Sleepy”…

…But “Tired.”

There IS A Difference.

A Difference I’m Sure Y’all Would Be Able To Distinguish Between.

I Also Told Him That My Eyes Have Seen Enough To Be Worth Four (4) More Pairs Of Them.

I’ve Seen Things With These Eyes That Would Stagger Some People.

I’ve Seen Things I’ll Never Be Able To Forget, No Matter How Hard I Try.

Exceptional Things.

Terrible Things.

Happy Things.

Horrid Things.

Some Of Which I Can Discuss, These Days.

Most Of Which I Could Never Discuss, Regardless Of The Day.

…

… … …

[[[---Right Now, Honestly, I Feel Like RUTGER HAUER At The End Of "BLADE RUNNER" When He's On The Building's Rooftop With HARRISON FORD.

"I've Seen Things You People Wouldn't Believe..."

Ya Know It?!

The One RUTGER Eventually Closes Out By Saying:

"...All Those Moments Will Be Lost In Time, Like Tears In Rain. Time To Die."

EXCEPT, I'm Not Dying.

AND, I Don't I Have A Bird To Play With And Fondle.

AND, I'm Not A Replicant.

BUT, Otherwise, I'm Totally RUTGER HAUER.---]]]

… … …

…

But, They Are Tired, My Peeps.

They’re So SO Tired.

And, The More They See, The More They Experience, The More Tired They Make The Rest Of Me.

The Eyes Are Very Powerful.

Windows Into The Soul, And What-Not.

Winter Days, Like The Past Few, Really Do Bring Out My Mopey, Down-Trodden Self.

While My Very First Memory Is Of A Smell…

…Most Of My Memories Are Of That Which I’ve Witnessed.

Of Which I’ve Seen, Up-Close, In Person, Nothing Edited.

Wonders.

Horrors.

Yes, I’ve Seen AND Remember So Much In-Between…

…But, Like Most People, The Wonders AND The Horrors Stand-Out The Most.

I Remember So Much That Does Make Me Happy.

But, It All Blurs Much Easier AND Faster Than I Could’ve/Would’ve/Should’ve Expected.

It Blurs Much Easier AND Faster Than The Horrors.

The Horrors Don‘t Blur.

If Anything, They Shine More So.

They‘re More Vivid These Days Than They‘ve Ever Been.

I Close My Eyes, I See Them.

I Open My Eyes, I See Them.

Damn You, Eyes, Why Did You Ever Look?

Why Did You Ever See?

Why Did You Burn These Images Into My Mind?

They’re There Forever, Now.

To Be Recalled Over And Over Again.

Recalled For The Rest Of My Life, However Long Or Short It May Be.

Damn These Tired, Tired Eyes.

Have They Betrayed Me?

Have They Failed Me?

No.

If Anything, They’ve Worked Tooooo Well.

They’ve Picked-Up Details Most People Would Never Even Consider.

But, Damn Them Anyway.

Damn Them.

When I Sat Down To Write This, I Sincerely Didn’t Know To What End I Was Writing Toward, Nor For.

Maybe I Still Don’t.

It’s Not Finished.

At Least, It Doesn’t Feel Finished.

Not. At. All.

Not. At. All. At. All.

So…

…What‘s The Cure For Tired Eyes?

And No, I Don’t Mean Plastic Surgery On Them To Make Them Appear More Life-Like.

In Fact, I Know Of No Surgery That Could Ever Reverse The Damage.

Well…

…One Could Always Get Lobotomized.

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“A VIEW TO A KILL“

DURAN DURAN

“…I Thought That I…

…Was Over You…

…But, It‘s True…

…So True…

…I Love You Even More…

…Than I Did Before…

…But, Darlin‘, What Can I Do…

…For You Don‘t Love Me…

…And, I‘ll Always Be…

…CRYING…

…Over You…

…CRYING…

…Over You…

…Yes…

…Now You‘re Gone…

…And From This Moment On…

…I‘ll Be CRYING…

…CRYING…

…CRYING…

…CRYING…

…CRYING…

…CRYING…

…Over You.”

“CRYING“

byROY ORBISON

((with k. d. lang))

QUESTION:

When YOU Are Sad, What Songs Do YOU Listen To, My Peeps???

Anything Specific, Or Special???

“…There Were Nights Of Sacred Pleasure…

…It Was More Than Any Laws Allow…

…Baby, Baby…”

“…If I Kiss You Like This…

…And, If You Whisper Like That…

…It Was Lost Long Ago…

…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…If You Want Me Like This…

…And, If You Need Me Like That…

…It Was Dead Long Ago…

…But, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…It‘s So Hard To Resist…

…And, It‘s All Coming Back To Me…

…I Can Barely Recall…

…But, IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW! …”

RIGHT!!!

“IT‘S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW“

by PANDORA‘S BOX

I Feel Good.

I Feel Happy.

I Feel Cared For.

I Feel Connected.

Period.

Totally.

…You Know You‘re Fu*ked.

—At This Moment, I‘m Writing Just To Watch Myself Write.

I‘ve Slept Less Than 35-Hours In The Past 10-Nights COMBINED.

I‘m Irritable.

I‘m Sullen And Moody.

I‘ve Lost 15-LBS In That 10-Day Span.

I Don‘t Understand Why I Let Myself Get This Depressed.

I Know I Do It To Myself.

It‘s My Own Fault.

But, I‘M Not My Own Fault.

I Know That.

I Never Have Been.

I Was Created And Shaped By Events In My Life That Have Seriously Fu*ked-Me-Up.

Why Can‘t I Shake This?

Why Does The Past Still Cling To Me Like The Stench Of Death?

It Haunts My Day-To-Day Existence.

I Know Why.

BECAUSE I LET IT.

Period.

MY BAD.

It‘s These Memories.

I Can‘t Handle Them As Well As I‘d Like To.

As Well As I SHOULD.

It‘s Honestly Maddening.

It‘s Hard.

…You Know You‘re Fuked.*