Man on the Moon

They can't comprehend
Or even come close to understanding him
I guess if I was borin they would love me more
Guess if I was simple in the mind
Everything would be fine
Maybe if I was jerk to girls
Instead of being nice and speakin kind words
Then maybe it would be ok to say then
I wasn't a good guy to begin with

But my mind is all crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy...
They got me thinkin I aint human,
Like I came in from above, above, above, above...
Feelin like a airplane in the sky
But then they say I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy...
They got me thinkin I aint human,
Like I came in from above, above, above, above...
Feelin like a bird sittin high high

I be that man on the moon
I'm that man on the moon
And imma do what I do so
Do you hey hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew my dude
I'm that man on the moon
I'm up up on the moon

Close my eyes, hide in the dark
It's a curtain call, come on come all
All I do is try to make it simple
The ones that make it complicated
Never get congratulated
I'm somethin different in all aspects
Don't want a woman just to love her assets


My mind is all hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy...
I be thinkin that I'm wrong,
Cuz they used to call me lame, lame, lame...
My swag was a little different
But then my mind is hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy...
I be thinkin that I'm wrong.
But they the ones who lame, lame, lame, lame...
I got the last laugh nigga

I be that man on the moon
I'm that man on the moon
And imma do what I do so
Do you hey hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew my dude
I'm that man on the moon
I'm up up on the moon

-kid cudi

Inception

I was just not that awful impressed with this film. I wish I was. I could share in the amazement of my fellow man.

Problems with it:

1. Script. I felt like the script was spoon fed to us all. There was no mystery associated with it, it was all given to you. The edit could have given us a little more cut here. They could have cut out any allusion to his wife going to definitely be his crux. Give us some stuff to think about, let us discover things. Everything was explained. BLLAARRGHH!

2. The Physics. We had a lot given to us at the beginning of the film, but the physics mysticism fizzled. Cool fun special effects, but I don't know if it was enough for a dream within a dream within a dream film.

3. Dicaprio. He seemed not connected to the material. Was it just me? I'm going to have to check some of the reviews. I did however really like the fellow from Bronson. He was good, real and raw and connected.

4. I knew the twist at the end within the first 10 minutes. Maybe just a great guess, but having watched The Prestige earlier in the day (also directed by Nolan) I knew that the title encapsulated the film.

Maybe its just my training in the arts, maybe all movies have lost their charm, and are formulaic, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. I thought Inglorious Basterds was a much better movie.

Love

L

society vs movies

Movies depict the fantasized, the extra real, the over dramatized reality we live in every day. It seems that society has taken a turn, not a left at Albuquerque, but a turn downward in the faith of passion and romance and caring for others. This blog is dedicated to calling dem shits into question, because right now, I'm at a crossroads of passion vs societal thinking.

Is chivalry dead or, as Dave Chapelle says, did "...women killed it"?

What does society want?

I hear all the time "let people do what they want. Leave them alone. Its their decision." Etc Etc. Valid, I will say. I must agree that you have no control over another person, and if you do, then you are probably evil in nature.

What do movies portray?

Movies often portray people keeping other people in check after they make mistakes. They portray turning points in peoples lives. Interventions. It seems in movies, the big moves are made, because the half ass moves, are boring to watch and are not dramatic enough.

So what does Society revert to?

Half ass moves.

Why?

Because its easier, less risky, and thats what satan wants...half ass-ery.

I make big moves, I make extreme moves. I do this for a couple reasons.

1. Im stupid.

2. I want a damn reaction to my action.

3. I want to make a difference and people to listen. Quite frankly, I believe I have a lot of the answers and people should listen to me :p

What does this often incur? Mad people, at me.

How do I wish people would treat me most of the time? Boldly, not overbearingly, and they don't. So, what usually happens is; my "friends" or people that I have tried to intervene with or help out or whatever, resent me and continue on in destructive habits. Buuuut.... I tried.

This results for me in a somewhat social phobia. I want to care, I need to care, and often I care a little too much so I make my big moves, and people get mad at me.

You can be mad at me if you want. Thats up to you.

Now, the social phobia makes me back off from situations which I really care about and think "Where's the passion and why cant I express it anymore"

Man I was a passionate kid going right in to college, and society wanted to put me in a place (not MY place, just a place) Big moves being the culprit.

Right now the situation I want to make Big Moves in is timing based, but nonetheless, a questioning fog enters my brain ..."Where's my passion. Where's me bleeding on my knees, begging, crying and groveling? Where's the passion in my relationships?"

I dunno. Beat down by society I guess? Beat down by my pride.

Lots of liberals make movies. And its mostly liberals who try and stifle passion for other people, minus sex, drugs, and fame. (or so I've encountered). What the hell Hollywood? No wonder you're tanking, your heart is in the wrong place.

So, my basic thought here is "Do I make Big Moves (when the time is right) and risk the rejection? Can I get past my own ego? How do I reconnect with that passionate young man I once knew? Do I grovel and weep and bleed out of my heart because I absolutely want to and that person deserves to know my feelings?"

or...

do I half ass it?

Where's your passion gone?

that there then this here

Today was a good day, a long day. A day of answered prayers and comfort. A day of a lot of pain.

It is no lie that I have something wrong in my head. I try not to be depressed, but it seems to creep up on my like in a cycle or something. I tried to lay face down on the ground and pray cause I dont like other outlets. I prayed for a long time. "send me an angel" please God, send me a messenger or something. Couple minutes later, a friend who wants me to do a video for her, that tweets me...@Angelasms, contacted me. Yes, I find it ridiculous that ANGEL was in the name, and she asked if I was ok.... Jeez God, could you be a little more specific? I got to laugh cause I haven't felt like prayers have been answered very often the past 2 years. A couple.

So, in conjunction with this experience, I made some din din, and a friend on FB contacted me and relayed an experience that made me feel a lot better about my life, like I was not alone and I was justified.

Today, I also directed a 9 page script that I wrote for a company. I am a professional film director. Bigger things to follow I suppose.

so.....blah....

The little company that was weird ass

Well, I've kinda hit a wall with this one. Im really glad I hit the wall because now I get to move on. I think I've done my time and its time to make feature length movies. If we make one, there will be more to follow, guaranteed. I don't put out crap.

Im really glad that I had the experience that I did last week, cause I've kinda been pathless for the past little while. I've been doing a ton of work for free, with the hopes of getting paid later on down the road, and it looks like that is unappreciated. Thats ok, it just hurts at first. I'm looking at doing more creating rather than finding.

Had someone once tell me that in this business "The work kinda chooses you". And I understand that concept. I don't think they did tho. If you get it to choose you, you will get stuck in a rut of not being able to do what you really want to do. You have to choose for yourself and not get bullied around by money. Stick to your convictions, ever learning, and head forward with your dreams.

Im gonna do that...and make some captivating movies. I hope you quote them.

L

are you forgot or not

Are you forgot or...not? Big question lately, as my good friend takes stabs at my sacrifice levels, my x girlfriend un knowingly presents questions of self importance on me, and people are dying around me.
I started to think about 2 things...1: If I were in a serious accident, who would rush to be by my side? And...2: If I died, who would attend my funeral if anybody.
You ask these questions to urself, you think you come up with the answers, and then you come up with another question: what legacy am I leaving. For what your legacy and how it is weaved is what will bring people to ur funeral, bedside, etc.
So what's my legacy?
No freakin idea. Right now, doesn't seem like much. Seems like I have a couple of friends that I used to hang out with, and we've all gone our separate ways. I've gone to college, served a mission, had a couple girlfriends, wrote a play and had a couple good days on stage. I'm sure theyres more but I don't know of what significance it is.anywho, I don't have a wife or kids, a steady job, or a roth ira. No life insurance policy or stocks, dividends. I do have my dad, a blackberry, computer, car and a dog.(Good Zoey).
So what's my legacy? I've done some good art. I've helped several women be strong, get out of bad situations, kind of rehabilitate them, and then watch them move on. Would they attend my funeral? Probably not. Because I don't wish to talk to them for one reason or another. Mostly because I get mad at them for finding happiness when I can't, then I resent them and don't want to talk to them anymore
So what's my legacy? I went on a mission, which I think I resent still. I felt and still feel rid hard and put away wet.I worked hard for the majority, but always ended up slacking and not following the rules, thus wasting time. Yeah people were baptised, but they're all apostate now. My fault? Dunno. I don't think people change. Then mom died. I resent that too. That's what made me such a cranky , merciless hatefull person that is so hard to deal with. If you want to know why I am the way I am, look at my mission presidents philosophy, and then the effects of my moms passing.
So who comes to my bedside after an accident? Dad, maybe elise, maybe. The Hancocks.
Who comes to my funeral? Bout 10 people for sure. Maybe...

Life is not a movie, so get realistic.