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http://www.vexen.co.uk/hellraiser/inferno.htmlhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0002ISGCE/vexencrabtree/Hellraiser: Inferno An awe-inspiring, beautiful, horrific, wonderful and engrossing hellraiser movie... a real, dark look at the soul of a materialistic, corrupt cop who has given his life over to delights and pleasure... and who then thinks he is pitting himself against pinhead... when all he is really doing is living in hell! It is brillant, it's like the first two hellraiser films all over again: Exciting, inspiring, a puzzle... the refreshing and most powerful part of this film is that the detective who opened the box never learns how to close it and has no idea that he could have escaped pinhead's grasp. As the film ends, you truly feel that he is in hell for eternity, with endless horrors and psychedelic teasing that will never grow old, become predictable or lessen in it's mighty pain. This film would be a good one to watch if you have not seen any other of the hellraiser films. I would like to find someone who hasn't seen any of them, and show them this one... and then show them the first two films, so that they see it is possible to escape; it should make the horror of the story of a detective who couldn't escape more severe, to learn afterwards that he could have! And it's so simple! Tags: film review, hellraiser
Current Mood:  ecstatic
Listening To: "Haven" by Flesh Field
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Finished today at 9:30am. Yeah, so we only worked for one hour and fifteen minutes. Sue us :-) All the guys on my course here went to Bournemouth beach to letch at the girls. Whilst not adverse to that, the most unanimous of male behaviours, I felt it too much to specifically go somewhere for ten hours letching on accuont of actually having a wonderfully insane girlfriend to whom I'm committed. Incidental letching is fine and normal (and next to unstoppable), but doing it intentionally would make me feel guilty. Anyway. Went shopping in Salisbury which was nicer and more useful than I thought it would be. Found some black jeans, you see. Last time I found black jeans they were only available in girly cut, so I got my gf a pair. This time they were only in medium/big sizes, so I got myself some :-) Also bought a medium-tight (black) tshirt to use when I don't fancy gay-tight or groggy-loose. And bought all five Hellraiser movies. Hellraisers One and Two feel like a spiritual home for me; like a big black duvet of comfort and familiarity. Panning up to see the glory of Leviathan is my unholy equivalent of religious ecstasy. Then went to the gym, where I done 30 minutes hard cycling and some work with weights. I'm pleased I wrote a few days ago about gym stuff and was talking to tangy_apple (thanx babe, you inspired me!) 'cos I was then motivated to do the most simple upper-body exercises... weights! No fancy machine or anything. Just lifting heavy things up and down :-) Keep It Simple, Stupid! 2005 August Edit: Have now created a website about hellraiser: http://www.vexen.co.uk/hellraiser/index.htmlTags: black jeans, bournemouth, cycling, girls, gym, hellraiser, letching, leviathan, salisbury, shopping, tangyapple, weights, work, workmates
Current Mood:  accomplished
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*excited rarrrr* I haven't had a decent dream for ages!!! So here it is: Arctic ZombiesWe're on an expedition. There is snow and snow dunes in every direction forever. There are occassional trees. To survive, we build a camp by digging a hole a few feet deep and store our stuff and sleep there. It acts as a wind barrier. One day one of us dies with a look of horror on his face. When we came to marking a grave, we couldn't find the body. It unnerved us. We travelled in a snow jeep to a new location and made a new camp. After a few days we realize our dead friend has crawled across the snow, his flesh black and purple, to come get us. He bites one of us. It's like a zombie film, anyone who is bitten or shares blood with one of the dead becomes one of them. We all run away a long way and form a new camp. We keep lookouts and call for help. Help arrives, and they decide to stay to study what is going on. Time and time again we're all forced to flee, as the numbers of the living dead increase around us. Anyone who dies becomes one of them. We decide to retreat to the medical center, the antarctic main base. On the way we are constantly besieged by the restless dead, including a child and a dog. We fight and evade constantly. All of us are eventually overwhelmed, stabbed, bitten or suffocated by the dead. I go the rest of the way alone and get to the station. Inside, there is blood on the walls and only the undead to greet me. I wonder around aimlessly, avoiding them all. In the front reception, a nurse and a tramp and arguing. The tramp attacks me with a drawing pin that he was cutting himself with. I can't hold him off, and he breaks my skin. Then he laughs and staggers away. The nurse shouts at him and tells him to go tidy his room, and they both laugh. There is no-one alive in this station. The last undead are running out of energy and dropping to the floor; now all the living are dead, their job is done. It's getting very quiet. I produce a Christmas card, and as I'm writing it a living friend, Orinoco, is with me. He sniggers at my black humour as I address and finish the simple card: "Dear Hellraiser and God: I hate you From Vexen & everyone" Throughout the dream I had felt that Hellraiser & his subservise pleasures were the cause for the humans losing thier lives. It was only a bit scary... maybe if this heat continues, I'll have some better ones :-) Arctic Zombies (Online) Tags: death, dreams, god, hellraiser, zombies
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Fundies house, he is questioning me, or trying to show me that he's right about something, but it ends up as him answering my questions. He has huge house, mansion, with many rooms and workers to keep it all cleen. He is showing me charts trying to prove that 78% of Americans really worship the Devil. We stand outside. He has a notebook and a chair out there. The garden is mostly unkept. He has a very dirty pool of water in a concrete systems of sunken holes, full of seeweed and water fungus. The lowest one has a plug in the bottom and is only the size of a coffin. The next layer up is larger, and has 2 outlets in 2 of it's corners. Then, on the third layer where we stand, a path leads to his house, and there are some other mystical concrete constructs. As he reads from his list of what types of people are most susceptible to worshipping the devil, I find a large metal key on top of one of the pillars, it is covered in cobwebs and muck. I look at his chart and ask him exactly what activities makes a person a "Devil Worshipper". He shows me the chart, and says that 78% of people do such activities. I ask him again - "What actualy activities are involved that make you count these people as Devil Worshippers". He apologizes and says he's forgotten to write that down in his report. I watch him as he starts the list. The first item... "Halloween activitists", actually, he then deletes the second word and replaces it with "terrorists". I very much keep it in mind to ask him what that means later. I see a keyhole in one of the lower concrete pillars and prepare to try to unlock it with the key I'm holding. He writes "MCMLXII" in his list, and I prepare to ask him if this means that he thinks anyone who watches films from a particular company are Devil Worshippers. He continues writing other ludicrous items. As I put the chunky key into the keyhole and twist it, he looks at me and I tell him to just continue with his list. Knowing funamentalists, he probably also puts down Wicca, homosexuality, etc. Before he finishes however, gurgling sounds come from beneath his garden and his small pool drains away into the Earth. We can hear water appearing somewhere else in his large garden. The look of surprise on his face tells me he's never figured out how it all works. When I unlock it, fresh water pours out of a pillar into the second level bath, filling the lowest one again with new water. The excess water in the second level drains out through it's two corners. We discuss for a moment how clever this systems of pipes and water is. This was pretty much the end of one dream, but the beginning of another. I find myself in the same garden, in the same place, at night time. The fundamentalist is asleep in his house, with his security systems and security officer guarding the perimeter of his house, but not the garden. A mystical gateway places me suddenly on a platform a mile above the garden. The clouds around are glowing red. On the platform are two square stone pillars that are slowly rotating. The atmosphere is chilling, and familiar. It is Hellraiser... this is Pinhead's dimension. From the slabs on the pillars drop four chains per pillar, the chains and pillars are splattered with blood, gristle and occasional unidentifiable human remains. On the end of each chain is a small sharp hook. Pinhead commands these and can control them to tear people apart. The demon itself appears and speaks to me, and I realize I have discovered that the fundamentalist himself has been perverting people, bringinst them to Pinhead. I am one such person. So, I need to escape. There are no cenobites around. Behind me appears a massive staircase, mailes long, descending back into the garden and I step slowly down the stairs, walking backwards, as Pinhead stands in unholy glory, confronting me. He plays his first card... and as he does so, I realize his tactic and am full of fear. He raises the pillars with the chains to a ridiculous height, ten times their original height. The chains themselves get longer. As they get higher, the chains begin to swing outwards, covering a greater and greater distance. From these I must run, before they latch on to my flesh. Then I remember I have the key and I hold it. I am back in the garden and am pushing a concrete door closed. The chains whip through the doorway, erratically jumping around as if they were electrified, and searching for me. I escape and leave the door open. When the fundie comes, he will unwittingly be the next victim. End of dream! -- I love Hellraiser, Pinhead and the Cenobites, they are deeply yummy. This is my first dream to actually have elements from the films in them. The dream was also interesting in that I appeared to be in America, and also because the fate of the fundie was so simple in it's symbolism. Perhaps the film called " The Secret Garden" has the garden, and I think some of the concrete floor structures resembled some of an area of a park in Seattle, on Mercer Island, where I have walked around and imagined what it would be like if it was partially flooded. Tags: cenobites, christianity, dreams, fundamentalism, hellraiser
Current Mood:  awake
Listening To: "Sharia" by Chaos God
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