this idea straight away started with an image
from W magazine, that was an amazing layout...
well, in any case, i was going to bona fide
these things then sub-suddenly decided to
open one new so-called page or post...
yes i think the lively blake will dead on
be a cinematic deity but i sure wish she'd
stop giving interviews.


some women are obviously going to be beyond grand
on screen even when they are simply little beautiful girls


some are terribly luminous, it is divine.


of course, this listy thing might not ever be complete...


i simply wanted to give it a shot...which
reminds me, i'd shoot that fashion designer
down that tried to squeeze them top mammary
glands...it still licks my ticks


nothing about ms wood licks my ticks


in a way it is alike they are cleopatras & queens


shape-shifters & sheperds of the talkies


i feel better about the future, knowing
that some alike the last but not least one
here will be evolving into the greatness
that is most likely awaiting

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now as a writer, one spends many an hour
awaiting...

that's barbara, ain't she the peaches?

james dean only made a few films and it proves
that just one movie might make some dame into
diety as i feel the case was with sandrine &
varda's vagabond

so this update will mostly be french
fries no lies i cannot ketchup
the other day i was looking for
films made in that wickedly fine
land around 77 and some site said there were
only four...

highly unlikely
wouldn't you say?

some adorable wench looked
at me yesterday and said "ever"...
it felt like a french kiss shocking
my inky thoughts sweetly
indeed, america, where Jezebel was made
and yes there will be more to come in continuation
i have to go and wait for acceptances & rejections

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sunday this seventh kissy addition
which speaks of the wonder that is
them italian, here two more than two
from this one injection i would wish
intention the perfect sensation
for they were, bellucci, loren, rossellini,
and masina that is giulietta which even in
memory makes me awake to the eternal possibility
of beauty in cinema, in life, when i recall to
replay her work in La Strada

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it's the sabbath & i suppose this too
could be a prayer, 'some of us are
looking at the stars' few are as
bright as ms jolie...


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bloomsday & i had to say no-
ra here.
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sh! i used to get vitamin injections
and cute little toys after
they thought i was too skinny in those early peekaboo times
the shots didn't work, i probably just needed a nurse
as hot as hayek or holy as ms lee diamond or dreamy as
reese with her spoon...shabbat shalom.

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haven't you felt it too? you were spiderman,
you were in love with mary jane...
there was danger and at long last
salvation.

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or maybe you were Christina and yer mama
was crushing you with the music of unkindess
because she wanted things a certain way
you know it happens in the best of places
could be wire hangers, could be hair cuts,
you might've been Chinese and didn't want
to eat the chicken paws who knows pause
woes here's in praising of Ms Dunaway
head to toes, Faye, i'd say the word for
ye is unique, i can't believe we're the
same height, go Pi Beta Phi.

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there are much more than many things i
love about spain but if i had to
mention three, i'd have to say
cervantes, jesus quintero- ratones colorao!,
and the lady in the improvised picture which follows.

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once in a while there's a goddess that a boy feels
he might actually be able to talk to without any
stutter or stamp of nervous emotional excitement
this ain't saying i would if i had the joy chance
cause who knows i might commence to get tongue-tied
or that wow there ain't no words except for wow right
now anyway miss K lady H here's to you and yours, ima
curiously keen about that keane production best of luck.

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out of sequence update for the Liv

having found several pictures with
what a rolling stone gathers not,
boss - or as elvis might proclaim -hoss.
One's Tyler and the other's Moss in
case i have lit the confusion cigar
knowing she ain't movies yet what is
one to do when there's a friend of a
friend, especially one that is as known
as any cinematic divinity.
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there's not a whole lot i want to hold shot
aiming to praise meg, hows a about a pal-
indrome; meg a gem. yeah and she reminds
me of the girl in groovy boots in that
shop with the poster of you've got mail
if memory serves, anyway, MR, you rock
in that bordeline puritan yet modern
reality way hey here's to you.

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ms winslet is beyond words, if you don't
believe me ask Leonardo, besides who
else could get a real man, a marine,
to run around in a dress? kate i have
loved you since you wore the green
dress to the oscars the first time
you won that tinsel town thing and
ima glad i got this here page to say so

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now, it should go without say-so or everyone
should know that this particular peekaboo kid
finds among his most thrilling fantasies to be the man
that saves cora munro. all hail the madeleine stowe!

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my apologies for placing myself in the picture
sometimes there's an irresistable force and
well perchance you know how it is...it's like
winona ryder came to mind (and i say to self
oh my goodness gracious she should have been
among the early entries i mean i admire this
actor as much as any one of them and no one
else inspired me into a secret-quasi-scientific-
exploration-prose-exclamation-sensation....)
and so i went into another creation before another
day had come undone. here it is, along with the
unthinking thought that whispers ryder is holy.

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some divine entities well they might do lighter
roles, comedy, no reference to uhm the type
that don corleone re-defined in suggestion
that is to say romance and it is as history
and bridget jones prove a once in a while
much more difficult balancing act except
of course when there are the types of angels
which will follow, first, from the Barrymore
clan, the little fire starter that got lost
and gets weird press and even i pressed a
picture of her in some green robe with the
kitchen cup into one of my faraway notes
oh how perfect she looked when she was
skylar...how is it that she ain't married
or wait, maybe she is, i really don't like to
wander into what should be personal matters
i do know she seems to have a new look and
that style helped when i did cook the latest
creation for this inky picture-book.



is there a man in the united states you haven't made smile?
i for one giggle with glee upon the remembrance of some of
your scenes.


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speaking of facial expressions, when i think back to contemplate,
i say to myself, Julio, in real life, there was that maria mckee glee
and that diane keaton wowing me, still the one that moved me into this
current thrill is a lady that is probably among your own yeah that was
a wonderful movie colleen indeed.





"I have a huge, active imagination,
and I think I'm really scared of being alone;
because if I'm left to my own devices,
I'll just turn into a madwoman." - Ms Danes

Our dear Claire's quote stirs the memories
when in actuality the proverbial we ponders
upon the really scared of list from ancient
hours where it was the one thing that could
awaken the sleeping self to weep at the drop of a hat.


however, let us lighten, indeed brighten and since we are
back at the yute, why not celebrate mona lisa vito and those
words of wisdom from my cousin vinny, "Imagine you're a deer.
You're prancing along. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook.
You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM.
A fk-ng bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying
on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I ask ya, would you
give a f-k what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?"


i heard in reading that not only is juliette the only working juliette in hollywood divinity realm but she has rhythm along with some band that played with the pretenders and cat power, i am effing impressed.
speaking of power, some ladies have it so that i could
safely start upon the 154 list, when are they going to
nominate her for queen of all australia?


yes, i am still very much the monarchist,
G-D save the Queen which would or perhaps should
without question from Nelspruit to Port Nolloth
and or from Mosselbaai to Limpopo be the
unparalleled 154 Charlize Theron.


dear ms sarandon, maybe you were thinking,
what about me? well, i'd say you most likely
could be a one fifty four but your ever-obvious
kindness and love of family leaves you in the
seventy-sevens which in itself ain't at all
a lesser thing i mean i wish i could ring it
like that, sing it like that, bring it on
like at least a thirty-eight point five. well,
in any case, thank you for being as you are
and especially for helping to protect us
writers by walking the line when it did count.
respectfully yours,
ink realm


all righty, ever since i seen that goodly movie
i cannot help but every few months say to self
silently THE DINGO TOOK MY BABY but that ain't
no it isn't my favorite Meryl movie in factly
fact there are so many i might not be able to
say which is her mighty mighty left right upon
the reason film, still this 154 -i get the
feeling- feels she has not yet done it alike
all the greats & luckily for us she'll be
ninety & hopefully on some golden pond making
us go oh no not another award for Mary Louise
or leave some for amanda, now i gotta go see
what gets fried for supper.

well, nothing's gonna get
sauteed for breakfast and
i know a lot much more than many
that think streisand's an awesome
crooner and yeah her voice is
most likely one of the seventeen
thousand wonders from new york
town, but i think she belongs
on this list. obviously not for
songs but for movies and being
utterly gorgeous, when i was
browsing through the still underaged
google-images (eleven!), i couldn't
help but want to give her singing
lessons, of course, it would only
be for me to peekaboo into greatness...
here's hoping BARWOOD gets into production
when her schedule permits. let me add another
11, for surely she's an angel -as the quasi-obscure
song sayeth- flying too close to the ground...


inside my own mythology these ladies
were each in two movies i will always
adore -among others they've done-
lost highway & after hours
need i say anything more?
well, i will add that they
are most likely the only working
sibling goddesses, with the possible
exception of the rising Olsen twins, yeah
as if you didn't LOVE new york minute,
the evolving texas Simpsons, and the
developing empire Hiltons. still, them
six have got a ways to go before getting
here which brings to mind the Show me
State Momsens, yes I suffer from cronyism
when in regards to Taylor, yet Sloan is
also and so it could be them eight if we
don't count Aliana Dee which would make it
ten possibilities whoa, the point was the
Arquette set here's to you both:
you've bothered me in the best possible
way a peekaboo kid could be
chafed. continued success.



"All right. This one time I'll let you ask me about my affairs."

yes. one of the few goddesses i have actually really
seen, it's like a blessing or something, especially
when later on you realize that they can and sometimes
are even more impressively beautiful in person. i was
reading the liv ullman story in W and she was talking
about the time when she introduced Allen to Bergman
and they didn't say much at all but later on she was
told they both had an excellent experience, well i
didn't say a word but it's one of my favorite ever
moments. ms keaton, if you somehow find this paragraph
i want you to know that i am among the few that saw
heaven.



echt, i learnt that phrase bona fide from oh brother where art
thou, thee i tell she's been a favorite seventy seven since
arizona was being raised and in reading swiftly the list of
movie films she has done none since a few years now it's
still a pretty impressive baker's dozen or so it seems to
thine scribbler-scribe when trying to define it all inside
the thoughts rambling and gambling only to state say she
does sate the cinematic senses. fade to lynyrd the skynyrd's
"love them georgia peaches...they make me feel right at home..."