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Post by DCOTN on Jan 12, 2005 1:49:17 GMT
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well, one thing for you to remeber.. DO NOT RENT CRY BABY. it is, by far, the worst one. not with Depp, his acting is *kisses fingers* fantifico! or.. something..
but.. the storyline... and script... is... CHEESEEY! you can uberly live your life without seeing that movie.
oh, but the one, the probably BEST scene, if not the only good one, is that... he loses his pants and crawls through the sewers in his little tiddy whities xDD
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 12, 2005 4:02:05 GMT
lmao kate! ahhh..... have you seen blow?
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Post by DCOTN on Jan 12, 2005 13:40:44 GMT
NO! cause my mom is liek 'oh gosh you dont need to see drug lords blah blah' it started adn i planted myself on the couch and she like kicks me off and changes it to Dr Phil... you know she wouldnt let me watch Gremlins as a child becasue IT SCARED HER WHEN SHE WAS LITTLE? talk about unfair.
oh. i have 10 minutes left to get ready for school. shooots..
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 12, 2005 23:42:12 GMT
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 13, 2005 0:16:42 GMT
Read it loves... Marlon Brando On April 3rd 1924, Marlon Brando is born in Omaha, Nebraska, the third and last child of Dorothy Pennebaker Brando and Marlon Brando, Senior; sisters Jocelyn and Frances; descended from Irish immigrants.
In 1935, his parents separate, and his mother move with her 3 children to Santa Ana in Orange County, California.
In 1937, his parents are reconciled again, and the family moves to Libertyville, Illinois, north of Chicago near lake Michigan.
In 1940, he is sent to a military boarding school - Shattuck Military Academy in Fairbult, Minnesota, from which he is eventually expelled for insubordination.
In 1943, Brando arrives in New York; he enrolls in a course at the Dramatic Workshop of the New School for Social Research, directed by German emigrant Erwin Piscator. His teacher at the Workshop is Stella Adler. Stella Adler had lived in Moscow in the early 1930s, and hd studied with Konstantin Stanislavsky at the Moscow Arts Theatre. On returning to America, she taught the members of the left-wing Group Theatre using Stanislavsky's "method", according to which actors have to develop every part they play out of the emotion of their own personality - a method also later taught by Lee Strasberg, from whom Brando explicitly distances himself.
In 1944, Brando has his stage debut at the Dramatic Workshops as Jesus in Gerhart Hauptmann's play Hannele. During the same the same year, Brando gets his first engagement with the Rodgers and Hammerstein Broadway production of "I Remember Mama", by John Van Druten; it is very successful and runs for 2 years.
In 1946, Brando plays in Maxwell Anderson's Truckline Café, then in George Bernard Shaw's Candida, and in the fall of the same year has a part in A Flag Is Born, a play by Ben Hecht, about the founding of the state of Israel. Powerfully impressed by the reports and pictures of Nazi concentration camps, he joins the American League for a Free Palestine, and collects money for a radical Jewish underground movement. This first experience of political commitment is a first sign of the pattern of his spontaneous expression of his sense of justice, which is later to lead to his lifelong commitment to the political rights of the American Indians.
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 13, 2005 0:26:27 GMT
today...let us see...today I had to walk home in the rain...I went the way Ikio goes in dim hopes of seeing/following him home but of course he was no where to be seen...so I went the long way for nothing...and was quite soggy when I got home. and I got a C on me math quiz in which I thought I was going to fail yay!
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Post by DCOTN on Jan 13, 2005 0:58:24 GMT
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 13, 2005 5:39:47 GMT
mmhmmm..... i heart you too. the linkie thing isn't working!
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 14, 2005 4:46:31 GMT
Just know We are A spec In time.
So follow your bliss And destroy the beauty
I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliche poem Of the person that I long to be
I wanna die like Jim Morrison A fucking rock star I wanna die like god on the cover of time. Just a blink and it's gone So baby pour some fame in my glass.
So kill the forest And destroy the beauty.
I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliche poem Of the person that I long to be
(Colors blind) the eyes (Sounds deafen) the ear (Flavors numb) the taste (Thoughts weaken) the mind
I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife So that I can see their pain I choose to be a serial killer 'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another cliche poem Of the person that I long to be
Just know we are a spec in time
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 14, 2005 4:54:53 GMT
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes... i threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes That you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living. It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother that would raise us alone, we'd never see the money that went down your throat Through the hole in your belly. Thirteen years old in the suburbs of denver Standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the catholic chuch. the servers wore crosses To shield from the sufferance plauging the others. styrofoam plates, cafateria tables charity reeks of cheap wine and pity And i'm thinking of you. i do every year When we count all our blessings And wonder what we're doing here. You're a disgrace to the concept of family The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily and i'll stand up and scream If the mourning remain quiet, you can deck out a lie in a suit but i won't buy it. I won't join in the procession that's speaking their peace. using five dollar words while praising his integrity. and just cause he's gone it doesn't change the fact... he was a bastard in life thus a bastard in death.
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Post by DCOTN on Jan 15, 2005 2:27:46 GMT
*implodes* DEATH CAB!!
and that Morrison song is hot..
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 15, 2005 8:33:51 GMT
robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh robert trinh eeeeeee!!!!!!! that is thy Ikio's true name I know FOR SURE. I saw him in the 2002 year book when he was a non-emo freshman. wow....robert trinh. when I walk by him i'll be like 'bobby-o, oh bobby-o' not really I'm just blah. he is...look.....is...beautiful. I have to write him a letter before he graduates....what should it say?
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 16, 2005 4:48:59 GMT
senses fail were on conan last night.that.was.nice. today we went to Palo Alto across the SF bay and as we were driving down a street I saw Niebam-Coppola resturante!!! Coppola is in Francis Ford Coppola as in the director of all three Godfathers! he owns a winery in Napa and I guess now a resturante in Palo Alto! I wanted to eat there but the prices had as many digits as a social security number...
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 16, 2005 5:00:59 GMT
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Post by Corleone ‘72 on Jan 16, 2005 5:10:32 GMT
Comments on Marlon's death
Francis Ford Coppola: Marlon would hate the idea of people chiming in and giving their comments about his death. all i'll say is that it makes me sad that he's gone.
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