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Give up the ghost Bob.

So in light of the new seasons being made for old reveled TV Shows like the X-Files, I recently purchased the definitive edition of David Lynch’s spectacular nightmare of Twin Peaks on BluRay. Not only does this collection hold a fully remastered rendition of the original two axed seasons of Twin Peaks, but there is third extra which is solely devoted to the missing pieces of his Prequel Sequel film: Fire Walk With Me.

I first watched this film when I was 15. Having watched the series before the film, it obviously filled in a few of the gaps. But as a whole the film doesn’t make a hel-lalot-a sense. See when Mr Lynch made Fire Walk With Me, the film was originally an odd 3 and a half to 4 hours long. The studio obviously cut that, as they went overtime and over budget. But the final theatrical cut, was so all over the place that even fans have a difficult time trying to piece the pieces together. But not for long.

There was a scene that struck out for me in this film, where Agt. Coop, comes back to the Bureau’s headquarters, to tell his boss that he was troubled by a reoccurring nightmare in that very building. After much confusion and an entrance from David Bowie, the scene cuts to a room filled with the souls from another place. It was so out of this world and prophetic, that I had never seen a film like this.

Now with the extras this scene makes so much more sense.

Anngel Heart.

Oh, Johnny Favourite.

One day we read for pastime how in thrall
Lord Lancelot lay to love, who loved the Queen;
We were alone – we thought no harm at all.

As we read on, our eyes met now and then,
And to our cheeks the changing colour started,
But just one moment overcame us – when

We read of the smile, desired lips long thwarted,
Such smile, by such a lover kissed away,
He that may never more from me be parted

Trembling all over, kissed my mouth. I say
The book was Galleot, Galleot the complying
Ribald who wrote; we read no more that day.

While the one spirit thus spoke, the other’s crying
Wailed on me with a sound so lamentable,
I swooned for pity like as I were dying,

And, as a dead man falling, down I fell.

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John.

Fly envious TIme, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,

And meerly mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb’d,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum’d,|

Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,

With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne
Of him, t’ whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav’nly-guided soul shall clime,
Then all this Earthy grosnes quit,

Attir’d with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

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Sleep and death.

If Sleep and Death be truly one,
And every spirit’s folded bloom
Thro’ all its intervital gloom
In some long trance should slumber on;

Unconscious of the sliding hour,
Bare of the body, might it last,
And silent traces of the past
Be all the colour of the flower:

So then were nothing lost to man;
So that still garden of the souls
In many a figured leaf enrolls
The total world since life began;

And love will last as pure and whole
As when he loved me here in Time,
And at the spiritual prime
Rewaken with the dawning soul.

 

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I had a dream about this once. I couldn’t find my way home… …and then I realised I was dead.

Bastards! That what the followers of the White Christ are! Bastards! They eat their own God- eat his flesh and drink his blood! Abominable! They hate us and want us dead. Pray to the Gods to protect you- We have many Gods; they have only one.