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That's it, let it all out. Let the waterworks flow, get it out of your system. Are you finished? Now we can begin. If I divide by zero does the universe implode? If I drain these walls of years of insane banter what then will make me worse? Is there a whole totality to all of this? Humanity, in its quest to reach its peak, has created several ways to destroy itself and oftentimes congratulates itself for it. First we destroy our houses, then our schools, our jobs and when we have destroyed everything in our path, we destroy our spirits. We destroy each other in so many ways, some like a saccharine tasting wine while some, a brutal yet intense connection. And of course being the theatrical beings that we are, let everything build up while our eyes are closed. We let ourselves get comfortable in our own skin first. And once everything has settled and the guarding eye becomes complacent, we destroy ourselves with one fell swoop. We cut off each others wings and laugh at each others bloody backs, all of us smiling as we do. We spray each others eyes with acid and push ourselves into brick walls. We smash our own faces, whether we do it ourselves or with a little help from others. We destroy that we detest, and become monsters ourselves in the process. Look. An airplane you're flying on's right engine has burst into flames. a quick gust of wind slaps your face, and all you see are bits and pieces of what used to be the airplane's interior flying in front of you. People are being sucked into what seems like a hole in the wall. You see the expressions on their faces and hear their screams as they soar through the air. You notice a relative hanging onto your seat, with his or her weight slowly pulling your seat into the rip in the airplane. All this in under five seconds. What do you do?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Maybe I'd appreciate it more if I used to be a teenage girl,

but The Twilight Series, which I'll admit is a pretty cool name, failed to catch my attention. I tried to read a few chapters, but I was at the fourth chapter of the first book and it had still eluded to captivate me. I did not feel as involved in the story as I had hoped and did not give it the sense of urgency as others (such as The Vampire Lestat and the rest of the Chronicles) have before it. It had failed to hook me, as much as the somewhat vampire fan I am.

I hypothesized that maybe it was from a female perspective, but that has not hindered me before in terms of reading material. I am a huge Anne Rice fan. I've also read two of Paulo Coelho's books (who I consider to be the gayest writer alive) and still managed to get with the program so I know and can appreciate female perspectives in terms of writing preference.

The verdict for many is still in for this one, the series tethering between greatness and mediocrity. Some have given it fantastic reviews while some have given it the proverbial thumbs down. As for me, it looks like I'll be missing out on another literary fad.
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