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Blade Runner. Considered one of the Greatest Films of All Time.

Posted in Movie Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 11, 2009 by Sahkmet

Blade Runner. I watched it once as a kid, some scenes of course scaring the hell out of me, making me question, what is death? What is naked people?

Last night in dad’s reverie of late-late night, he put on the Laserdisc Directors Cut of Bladerunner, the version director Ridley Scott REALLY wanted.

Known as ‘future-noir’, this cult-based work is more and more being recognizied as a masterpiece of quality, vision, story, art and morals. I was blown away again at watching it.

I still have yet to fully comprehend, enough, to tell you. I just want to let everyone know, this movie will be remembered in generations to come as amoungst the best and historical of film.

I…I can barely describe it. It’s plot, it’s setting…the cinematography and light, dialouge, acting, and subtle surprises…endings you don’t expect.

Do yourself a favor. Watch the Director’s Cut. And be blown away.

IMDB article and a much better summary of the philisophical themes and elements.

Official Page.

.:Demon:.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by Sahkmet

———>.

Demon.
Have you no pain?
No sorrow or remorse to feel
as you hasten through the court
to your own special place.
Ah, Demon, you are no other.
You cunning fiend, you lustful creature,
Demon.

Blood.
You smell and hear it.
It races through her body
as she sprints and dashes
the nightmare world of her soul.
It’s taste you relish as you chase and excite your appetite.
That woman, rushing through the thicket,
Blood.

Fear.
Is it true you can taste it?
I see you sit with her
and she squirms like a flushed rabbit
trembling in your arms.
Smiling you laugh and lick your lips and fingers entwine about her body.
It tastes strong as you lick her, that heavy scent of
Fear.

Power.
I know you need it.
To conquer the mortals
in your sick twisted game
and ease the tension of boredom.
Your purpose was to need and use them.
Now this one resists, and you know you must use your
Power.

Lust.
You’re like a man after all?
She screams as you grope
with claws in garments
tearing with urgency as you mount her.
Harsh movements cause you both to pleasure.
The air grows warm, her back arched with false
Lust.

Tears.
Her warm face dotted with water.
Gasping breath and heavy moans
excites you as one being together
for the moment as you violate her with glee.
The woman cries in pain and horror.
You taste the fear, inside her
Tears.

Death.
She wishes it would come.
It becomes granted painfully
when your claws in rapture rips her skin
and blood makes you purr as you kill her for your amusement.
Your blue lips open for a sound of laughter when you stab her dead.
Her wish was granted, and given true
Death.

Hunger.
What more do Demons feed upon?
I watched your tongue lap
the blood that spilt on her sweated pale skin
and heard the moan as it whetted your throat.
You enjoyed your unGodly meal.
Turning her soul to harlot, and feeing your Hellish
Hunger.

Return.
All demons, Hugo, have a home.
I saw you stand
in the naked light of night and leap
into the air with a streak of blood.
You flew into the underground to that palace of yours.
Hugo has eaten, and had seen his one night
Return.

———->.

A poem of my character, evil clown Hugo.