Mar 14
Freddy vs. Jason (2003)
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Freddy vs. Jason (2003)
By the way... It is almost 30 years that I'm waiting for it. I NEED IT!
A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors (1987)
Watching Freddy vs Jason. Utter crap. Not boring. Nice blood. The typical horror-movie-teens are a copy of a copy of copy of a stereotype. They feel like the dream of a cardboard cutout of something long lost. A reality I partly lived through when I was younger. So many movies I watched (obviously all the Freddy and Jason ones).
Back then it made sense, somehow. It was all fake, of course. But it made sense. Sense is, after all, not reality, but meaning. It was a cultural meaning “we” all agreed on. That agreement was fading fast in 2003, and is today hard to even remember, like the feeling of a headache once it's gone. It’s like watching Egyptian hieroglyphs. Sure you can recognize bodies or objects or animals, but what is supposed to be happening here? Why are these things being shown? What are we supposed to do with this material?
Where's the bourbon?
Is anyone aware of any kind of "legal" drug that helps suppress dreams? I had to kill a friend the other night bc they ate my daughter & her cousin.. #FreddyVsJason #Hypnocil #NightTerrors #TheMarvelousMisadventuresOfHomeSnap https://www.instagram.com/p/BnAq4B0DzSG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fbqg8ygtkr9j
THE PREDATOR / THE HUNTER . sworn enemy , battling the demon who invades the dreams of the untouched , pure minds of the youth of springwood . she , the lightness who casts aside the darkness he leaves behind , always out-smarting the predator . she’s played his game one too many times , finding the gaps in the dreamworld and exploiting them , medicine that clouds the mind from his tearing , sharpened claws . oh , how he loathes thee / the good , to his evil .
repulsed , sneering lips curl upward . he can’t touch her , no , not now . her mind has not be softened by the poison he inserts into the minds of his prey . he loathes the fight she has gained within herself , it’s harder making her the victim she once was . she’s a survivor , hardened with time , scarred with experience ; scars that’ll never heal ; strand of hair that’ll never regain color . so many other victims to slay , yet here he is , in the crevice of her mind once more . obsession .
“ did ya miss me , bitch ?? “ words tight , his tone was that of a taunt . she’ll wear down , anyone would , it was only a matter of time before she fell into herself , finding her mind becoming her worse enemy again , like it once had those few years ago . so , why not ?? this dream demon had an eternity . // @hypnocil
@hypnocil—— NANCY THOMPSON / THE NAME OF THE GAME BY ABBA.
“i was an impossible case; no one ever could reach me. but I think i can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me.” richie’s sitting hunched over across from her, arms curled around his torso. he’s fuckin’ cold, for fuck’s sake, and he knows what it is--- he’s crashing. hard. and more than the withdrawal, he’s afraid of seeing that ugly son of a bitch krueger in his dreams.