Some things need to be addressed; I am not a fan of "B" movies, nor am I a fan of horror films. I have never been either of these things. However as an avid fan of film I am no stranger to films like these, and I can appreciate their capacity for storytelling. Countless films have been made on both sides of this equation. And just like any movie, "B" films and horror, particularly zombies, are just as likely to be good or bad as any other film you can see in a movie theatre. With this in mind, I set myself to the task of watching Silent Night, Zombie Night, a new release from independent studio Velvet Hammer Films and Director Sean Cain.
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Everything Goes Cold Review by ScottAW, literature
Literature
Everything Goes Cold Review
At first glance it's easy to dismiss Everything Goes Cold. Their mascot is a Refrigerator. The have song titles like Don't Quit Your Day Job and I've Sold Your Organs on the Black Market to Finance the Purchase of a Used Minivan. If you look up photos and watch videos of the band you'll see that they have bad haircuts and dress poorly. But don't let any of this fool you, Everything Goes Cold is actually a good band.
Their debut album with Bit Riot records is a steadfast of example of Electronic Industrial Metal, second only to the likes of Skinny Puppy and Ministry. The music is aggressive and driving, the loops always taking a background to
Everyday I walk to and from work. Along the same refuse littered corridor of South Boulevard one can find me walking day or night, attempting to go to my oh so exciting job in retail or back along the same route to my wonderful little apartment. There I will be gently serenaded to sleep by endless and repetitive beats the Latinos in my neighborhood call "Reggaeton" as it blares through car stereos and over worked subwoofers. Not much changes on this sleepy side of town. The daily traffic jams and overzealous bums asking for change. The weekly sirens in the not-far-enough distance and the sporadic Ice Cream Trucks merry and obnoxious jingle. H
The waves find their way onto the shore,
a gentle wind moves in time,
a tempo for no human ears,
brushing the tall grasses as they sway in cadence.
There's a concert on the beach tonight,
I dig my toes into the sand,
and listen to a memory I relived,
though it's stained by a lovelier you.
The dark sky, a black sheet with lights sewn in,
making the night cool,
warm only for the reminder of day,
and the lovely sleep and sounds of my convalescence.
I'll make myself a blanket, out of the warm sand,
and wrap myself in it,
protection from the cool of night,
and dream quiet dreams, till morning warms me for the day.
thank you for the fav! that one is actually my personal favorite out of the bunch of ones that i took out of my journal. It was definitely a successful experiment. <3