More Evil Than Dead
I have a little problem….
I have a demon for a wife
He delights in my pretty face
And he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay, with the last of my self belief
(Addicted-Faithless)
A time when you feel the need to say something the most is the time when you should say nothing at all. Easier said than done I’d say, climb up a flagpole and kiss your own arse is what I say. I say a lot, but realize only later that most of what I say is a bloody figment of my imagination. Never get around to actually saying it. I am sure; that had I said what I had wanted to, when I wanted to, things would have been totally different. I would be lying somewhere, oblivious of this pain, oblivious of the world’s sorrows and stuff, lying somewhere in my total decapitated solitude. My head separated from my body, would still be dreaming and talking though. But that is just a vision I have, I don’t think it is going to materialize. I really hope it doesn’t.
Evil dead is a movie I have seen many times. The scene where the girl sits in the window, telling cards true to the last color wrapped in her little blanket fresh from being raped by a tree and its branches, makes me think, is it dangerous to wander off in a jungle at night alone for a cute looking girl because of:
a) The evil spirit haunting the jungle
b) The sexually frustrated trees
c) The trees possessed by a sexually frustrated evil spirit
d) The sexually frustrated men masquerading as trees
e) The sexually frustrated men brought up by apes and who now call themselves Tarzan
f) The Apes who brought up Tarzan and now want the real shit
g) The Female Ape who brought up Tarzan, now hates Karchak wants to try another flavor?
h) The sexually frustrated Lesbian Women, Cross dressing as men because that is the most believable disguise (even if a woman rapes another woman, the rape`e would assume that the rape`or was a man because only men are so frustrated so as to impose themselves on unassuming women running topless in an evil infested jungle in the middle of the haunted night).
There could be some other reasons as well, but what I really want to ponder upon here is not how a woman gets raped, even though for some that would be the best part (bloody perverts), I am rather interested in why women get raped while frolicking in the jungle, naked, in the middle of the night. When a man teases a woman (eve teasing I suppose). It is not appreciated by the feminine self-esteem at all. The ass pinching, and breast staring really hurts the feelings, and rightly so, It is unnatural, goes against the nature of mankind, but at the same time conforms with the nature of man, because that is what we do, attack and pillage and rape the poor lil bastard who cannot defend his or her own self.
So if men teasing women is unnatural, then women teasing men should be perfectly natural. All women should tease men, grab asses where ever they see a cute one, stare at crotches, push and shove in trains and buses, fight with friends in loud voices as to who gets to sit with the nice looking guy sitting alone in the back seat. Drop a hankie and ask if he dropped it and then ask if he wants to have sex, or just ask if he wants to have sex, forget the hankie (men like the bloody direct approach) after all, it is only natural!!!!
I have a demon for a wife
He delights in my pretty face
And he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay, with the last of my self belief
(Addicted-Faithless)
A time when you feel the need to say something the most is the time when you should say nothing at all. Easier said than done I’d say, climb up a flagpole and kiss your own arse is what I say. I say a lot, but realize only later that most of what I say is a bloody figment of my imagination. Never get around to actually saying it. I am sure; that had I said what I had wanted to, when I wanted to, things would have been totally different. I would be lying somewhere, oblivious of this pain, oblivious of the world’s sorrows and stuff, lying somewhere in my total decapitated solitude. My head separated from my body, would still be dreaming and talking though. But that is just a vision I have, I don’t think it is going to materialize. I really hope it doesn’t.
Evil dead is a movie I have seen many times. The scene where the girl sits in the window, telling cards true to the last color wrapped in her little blanket fresh from being raped by a tree and its branches, makes me think, is it dangerous to wander off in a jungle at night alone for a cute looking girl because of:
a) The evil spirit haunting the jungle
b) The sexually frustrated trees
c) The trees possessed by a sexually frustrated evil spirit
d) The sexually frustrated men masquerading as trees
e) The sexually frustrated men brought up by apes and who now call themselves Tarzan
f) The Apes who brought up Tarzan and now want the real shit
g) The Female Ape who brought up Tarzan, now hates Karchak wants to try another flavor?
h) The sexually frustrated Lesbian Women, Cross dressing as men because that is the most believable disguise (even if a woman rapes another woman, the rape`e would assume that the rape`or was a man because only men are so frustrated so as to impose themselves on unassuming women running topless in an evil infested jungle in the middle of the haunted night).
There could be some other reasons as well, but what I really want to ponder upon here is not how a woman gets raped, even though for some that would be the best part (bloody perverts), I am rather interested in why women get raped while frolicking in the jungle, naked, in the middle of the night. When a man teases a woman (eve teasing I suppose). It is not appreciated by the feminine self-esteem at all. The ass pinching, and breast staring really hurts the feelings, and rightly so, It is unnatural, goes against the nature of mankind, but at the same time conforms with the nature of man, because that is what we do, attack and pillage and rape the poor lil bastard who cannot defend his or her own self.
So if men teasing women is unnatural, then women teasing men should be perfectly natural. All women should tease men, grab asses where ever they see a cute one, stare at crotches, push and shove in trains and buses, fight with friends in loud voices as to who gets to sit with the nice looking guy sitting alone in the back seat. Drop a hankie and ask if he dropped it and then ask if he wants to have sex, or just ask if he wants to have sex, forget the hankie (men like the bloody direct approach) after all, it is only natural!!!!
posted by D at 03:34
4 Comments:
For some reason I enjoyed Evil Dead though not when I was young!:p Ive always wanted to have that evil laugh just like that dumb blonde chick!!
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Very poignant. I ve always wanted to answer the age old question of sexual frustration because:
a)Half of Pakistan is male(and hence perverted) so it is an epedemic
b)Ive had enough of those groping trees
The undeniable fact is we are who we are. All pervasive change is slow(look at evolution).So like boys will be boys, trees will be nymphomaniacs and half naked women will never be able to walk the streets (or the jungles) half naked, Amazons be damned!
Now this is one of the pieces that got me hooked on; not because it has all the right ingredients like violence (in the form of trees ripping the clothes), notion of nudity n sex and above all the drama. The reason is that the idea and the fear it entails are so very palpable. Evil dead though is not one of my favorites, but I believe that this particular scene is a hallmark in its own particular way. The impact of the scene was greater than I imagined. After watching the movie I, who was just a kid then, was always scared of going under the trees in the dark. As a grown up I always thought fear is always about the unknown and unvisited, but the scene contradicts that. Now I don’t know what scares u more the unknown or not knowing enough the known. What is more horrifying u being attacked and killed by a wild bear or ur dead body being eaten by ur hungry pet (idea from the sex n city). What is more tragic women being raped by complete strangers or by some uncle/neighbor/ father/brother /stepfather/friend or (as in this case) by friendly trees? Remember the fact: statistics indicates tht greater %age of women r raped by ppl they know or belong to same ethnic group than otherwise.
The scene unveils the more sinister side of the nature, which freaks us out. Trees that seem to be kind, suddenly turn into blood sucking hounds, this strengthen the age-old notion that evil is innate and inevitable. Some people believe that the scene was sexually arousing too but doesn’t that make them perverts. We all have the element of evil in us even the sweetest of us; we all want the best for our self, leaving others with the lesser good; we all curse and wish people, we dislike, dead. I looked at my list of favorite movies n it includes movies like seven, mystic river, saw n morlang etc and books like Lolita. I always wonder what kind of pervert would write such stuff but the question snaps back “what kind of a pervert would like em”??
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