It Happened in Indiana

This poem is based on the horrible things that happened to a young woman named Sylvia Likens. She was brutally tortured and abused, and murdered. That was in 1965.

She was 16.

Go here to learn more about the horrible things that happened to Sylvia [http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/young/likens/8.html] and [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sylvia_Likens]

I don't know if it helps at all, but I can't help but believe that this young woman deserves to be remembered. Especially on this day, the day she died in 1965.

It Happened in Indiana
"I'm a prostitute and proud of it!" scrawled in burning letters across her skin,
bruises forming blue and purple spiders that can't scatter away from the light.
Tied to a filthy bed, naked and dying, she can't even avoid soiling herself.
"You can't ever get married... You can't ever undress in front of others..." the
words filter through the unending pain and the torturous days and nights.

The stench of urine and feces permeates her dreaming, the taste of shit in her
mouth makes her gag. Why do they hate her so? What did she ever do to
deserve this abuse? She is shaking, so hungry for real food, hungry for gentility,
hungry for escape. Could she run? Could she escape? Could she convince
someone to help her? She is terrified, because she hears them coming, like
thousands of venomous snakes tasting her fear, eager for her blood, for her pain.

She is swollen, bruised by the forced violations. She is naked again, their leering
eyes dancing over her skin, over the burns and wounds. They are laughing at her,
laughing as her abuser forces her to push the bottle further up. What will happen
next? More scalding baths? More salt in the wounds that they inflict? Or will it be
another forced tattoo?

Is this to be her fate, to die on this filthy mattress, locked in a cellar, in the dark?
She cries, cries for an imagined baby and a mutilated body, for burns and bruises,
for her sister and for herself. Forced into a tub full of scalding water, salt
viciously rubbed into the burns, skin falling off. Her bones jut out at odd angles,
the result of malnutrition. Welts from the belt rise to the surface, eager to show
themselves for what they are.

A 16 year old girl; tortured, submitted to a sexless sex crime and other horrors,
lies dead on a soiled mattress in the dark. The words "I'm a prostitute and proud
of it!" burned into her stomach, a 3 scarred into her chest. Bruises like blue and
purple spiders scattered across her pale flesh, naked and eyes fixed on oblivion.
Her name? Does she even have one? Or is she just a dead girl from Indiana?

Dear Non-Conformist,

Dear Non-Conformist living in my tiny closet of a soul,
I just want to say that we need to hang out more often, you are losing yourself somewhere amongst the name brands and size 5's. Its a crazy world that wants you to be thin, perfect and beautiful. You have to learn to be those things on your own time, not because you feel the pressure. So, feel free to leave that tiny closet of a soul and venture forth like the beautiful knight that you are, destroying the dragons of people-pleasing.
Sincerely,
Me.

Buckaroo Banzai across the Eighth Dimension

This is something new I'm trying out. I am going to be posting a blog (every now and then) about some 80's movies I have seen and enjoyed. They are all ridiculous (mostly because of bad 80's fashion), but some of them are ridiculous in a good way. Take, for example, the following movie.

If you have never heard of the movie "The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension" you don't even know what you are missing. Besides who could resist a title like that?

Here is a sample of what you are missing:
* Romance
* Aliens
* A bunch of people with the name John
* Worst Eighties styles ever
* Un-real Science
and...
* Peter Weller when he was young and fucking hot.

The Trailer


If that didn't impress you here are some quotes from the film:
- "May I pass along my congratulations for your great interdimensional breakthrough. I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined." - Lord John Whorfin (played by John Lithgow)

- "Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife. Doomed is your soul and damned is your life." - Lord John Whorfin

- "I've been ionized, but I'm okay now." - Buckaroo Banzai (played by Peter Weller)

- "Why is there a watermelon there?" - New Jersey (played by Jeff Goldblum)

- "You're like Jerry Lewis, you give me hope to carry on, then you leave me in the lurch while you strap on your six-guns..." - Penny Priddy (played by Ellen Barkin)

- "Buckaroo, I don't know what to say. Lectroids? Planet 10? Nuclear extortion? A girl named 'John'?" - President Widmark (played by Ronald Lacey)

- "Buckaroo, The White House wants to know is everything ok with the alien space craft from Planet 10 or should we just go ahead and destroy Russia?" - Mission Control (played by Kent Perkins)
"Tell him yes on one and no on two." - Buckaroo Banzai
"Which one was yes, go ahead and destroy Russia... or number 2?" - Mission Control

- "No, she's not. Now, let her out and give her your coat." - Buckaroo Banzai
"Why me?" - Perfect Tommy (played by Lewis Smith)
"Because you're perfect." - Buckaroo Banzai
"You have a point there." - Perfect Tommy

Some things you must know about this movie (besides what I already told you)

*SPOILERS*
Buckaroo Banzai is not only a Neurosurgeon, but he is also a Rock star, Crime fighter, Superhero, Genius who is half Japanese (even though Peter Weller doesn't look Asian at all). Did we mention that he is an inventor too?

His wife died, but that's okay because he falls in love with her twin sister, Penny Priddy, who didn't even know that she had a twin! Don't you love those 80's twists?

Perfect Tommy is Perfect.

Apparently all Aliens are named John. Even the girls.

What kind of name do these wonderful crime fighters have for their group? The Hong Kong Cavaliers. ^^

And one of my favorite parts of the movie is the Credits. Why? Because I like the music and its fun to watch the entirety of the crew walking in their bad 80's clothes. Did I mention Perfect Tommy was perfect? Well, he is also shirtless... O.O So, for your enjoyment, the credits!!

Credits


Thus concludes my blog. I'm Sarai, this is my blog and I am out like the Eighth Dimension.

Word of the Day (7-14)

Last time I wrote, I posted paragraphs from my word of the day exercises that I'm doing. I plan on posting once a week, so that you can read the crazy, not so good and sometimes just pitiful paragraphs I come up with. Good writing practice for me!! I will also post my paragraph on Precocious, as I hadn't finished it when I last posted. ^^

April 8th: Peccadillo (I found this one by accident)
April 9th: Effusion (Trent picked this one)
April 10th: Effervescent (Trent picked this one too)
April 11th: Peace (I picked this one)
April 12th: Apotheosis (Donnie picked this one)
April 13th: Quintessence (I picked this one)
April 14th: Loquaciously (Donnie picked this one too)

My Paragraphs!

Precocious (04/07/2010)
They call her precocious. They call her a genius, a prodigy. It seems they call her everything but her name. She doesn't want to study or change the world. She just wants to eat candy and stay up late. She just wants to be a little girl.

Peccadillo
"A peccadillo my child. Recite five Hail Mary's and all shall be forgiven." said Father Connor. He sighed as another person entered the booth.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
"What do you wish to confess?"
"I wear woman's underwear and I am not a woman."

Effusion
The poetic effusion of Autumnal bliss engulfed the young poet. She felt inspired by poets long gone. She heard Beethoven in the trees. She saw Robert Frost's writing in the stars. Every brook seemed to have issued from Monet's brush. Powerfully she was humbled by the greatness of those who went before.

Effervescent
Effervescent in nature, Jane tries to be quiet. "An exercise in patience," she says to no one. She flutters, bubbling with anticipation and impatience. As the moment approaches, her excitement grows so that she bounces back and forth on her toes. He approaches, clean cut and dressed in white. Her joy is abundant as he hands her the butter pecan ice cream she ordered.

Peace
Peace is a condition to which all humanity should strive. A condition of tranquility brought on by the cessation of our own prejudices and quarreling. Peace is achieved when we let go of petty faults, prejudices, et cetera. When we forget ourselves and focus on repairing what has been lost, peace will return. Finding peace is like finding a forgotten flower, quietly graceful. Inner peace lies at the heart of inner beauty.

Apotheosis
"It is only a matter of time before I reach my apotheosis!" cackled the Witch. "Soon, I shall be a goddess, powerful beyond measure! A pinch more of this, a pinch more of that into the stew. Destiny conjured into a bottle and sealed with a kiss. Tomorrow I shall be a goddess!"

Quintessence
The quintessence of my existence has been knowing you. You are the epitome of my experience, the love of my life. My world consists of your lips, your arms. What am I without you? Who could I possibly find to replace you? True love is the quintessence of Human experience.

Loquaciously
Loquaciously she sallies forth into the literal unknown. Determined that the whole world will listen to what she says. She rambles, shouting her desires and opinions to a blue sky. In the end they are only opinions. No one cares for a loquacious young woman, preaching on a sidewalk. She is invisible.

All for now!!

More next week!

Pomme's Middle Name....

Current mood: Amused

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Eve
Juiceladen
Tartelicious
Jesus
Nemo
Snuggles
Xiah
Megan (Since we always accidentally call her that anyway)
and...
Lunden


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