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I saw a trailer of it the last time I was in the theater. I could not remember the name, just bits and pieces. Why now? Who cares. It is a tin-man version of Hellboy, I suppose one could say. It even includes things about the heart, a pet tale additive for me, of course. A creature created, or recreated, for a set purpose, who is left with choices that seem impossible. Some things must, eventually, face the facts that... we are different. While I may seem warlike, and really... am, it is never about war, combat, or such, mostly. It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations. Books, poetry, science, romance, being an island, if I had been left to my druthers. Oh, no worries, even I miss that point from time to time. I certainly hunger for that which I seemingly was designed, programmed, or both.
The cave is heating up. A day or two of clouds has gotten me used to cooler temps. It feels like it is going to burn again today. Ugh. I'll try to nap a bit then get to the garden before it is too late. With how hot it feels already I suspect I won't sleep long. The heat permeates, I sense it regardless of the cool from the ac. Hmm, says it will only get to 90 and is only 66 now. That's cake. Not sure why I am cooking. Nap time anyway. Good night.
Hellboy is a movie I saw with one of my sons . I didn't know if I would enjoy it, but I ended up really enjoying it. This movie looks like it could be interesting.
ReplyDelete'It is about doing what is right clean over my own inclinations'. I like that..
It's bedtime for me too. So goodnight, hellboy..
foam,
ReplyDeleteI've thought long and hard about these things. If a prodigal son, at times, it isn't because, or always or even mostly because, I left but because I was carried away by monsters, even my own flesh attempts to betray me at times. I have much to consider and have had the time to do it. Hellboy, Marcus, these are just synonymous names, brothers, other sons finding their way home. Someone must understand to have created these tales. My horrors aren't singular. At least it is mostly good now, just a few battered antiquities to tend, watch, keep in check.
Sleep well:)
Incorrigible Old Friends
Shadows coil, darkness.
Cold, demons and monsters come.
Bad boy past pals ring.
By the One
Born of a reckless
nature, of things here and there.
Bastard!- But loved.