My Review on the Elephant Man

I found the movie the Elephant Man very interesting. It has no comparison to the movies that today's directors and producers of our modern age create. David Lynch, director of the movie does an exceptional job of creating a unorthodox movie. Lynch throughout his movie makes the viewer question many of the issues that we face until this modern day. Questioning whether or not we should judge one another. Questioning whether or not we are good people, or bad people. That is perhaps the most intriguing part of the whole movie. The fact that it left me question myself on many things. That element overall made this film different than all other cinemas. I would highly recommend this film for anyone. People of all ages could without learn, and understand what David Lynch is trying to teach us. The idea that we are all people, and that no one is a monster.

My Name is John Merrick

Mr. Bytes took me from the London Hospital last night. He somehow was able to get inside my room. I don't quite know how. I am currently inside a cage. A cage with three wild monkeys who constantly attack the barrier that splits us. I am scared, and alone. I think that Mr. Bytes might beat me to death if I do not continue to be his slave, but I don't care. I love it. I like bagels with waffles. Earlier today while I was looking outside my window I saw a pancake walking down the street. This was no ordinary pancake, it was made of oreos. My diary will probably never be read, but oh well. Mr. Bytes is going to kill me anyway. He says "Silence I Kill You" to me constantly. I overall happy as a bacon strip.

Welcome to my nightmare

Haven't you ever felt you've done something before, but when you think back as to when that was you don't remember? I sometimes get this feeling. A feeling that leaves me questioning as to why I know how that feels. The feeling involves falling. A deep fall, into the ground. A fall that leaves me feeling helpless. Perhaps even lost in that fragment of time. I think this feeling comes from a past experience that I perhaps don't recall. I sometimes also feel as if these dark feeling comes with the deepest parts of brain. The area that focuses on fears. Fears that I have yet to find out. Perhaps I fear the feeling of being helpless, rather than falling. Maybe the reason why I feel as I have taken a great plunge down to the ground is because other scenarios like that have occurred. Scenarios that resemble the same criteria. Who knows why I feel this way. Not me, that's for sure. All I do know for certain is that this feeling strikes me in a big way. It leaves filled with freight of perhaps feeling it again, but this time in a conscious matter. A real life moment, in which I have no control over.