Here's Johnny



In the spirit of watching "The Shining" in my horror literature and film class, I thought I'd share some inspiring imagery from Kubrick's masterful work of art.

Jack Nicholson never ceases to creep me out...







And of course, the infamous twins...



Oh how I do adore "The Shining"

they are not you



There's nothing I hate more than not being able to speak my mind, and boy am I distraught. As I study Postmodernism and assess an array of bruises on my limbs (remnants of a night I can't remember) my mind is really travelling far beyond the studying and the assessing. It always does. And I wonder why it is that one gets attached so easily to things that hurt them. Bruises not on the limbs, but on an ego, never seem to heal. And boy am I bruised.