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Censorship
The reality that the United States is not as free as one think. Art of all forms are often subjected to censorship. I have never heard of a piece of art assult anyone physically. If art offends thee, turn away. Simple means to protect your fluff for brains.
By Sheila L. Chingwa2 years ago in Critique
"Long Live The Pumpkin Queen"
The book Long Live The Pumpkin Queen by Shea Ernshaw is a sweet and enthralling sequel to the Tim Burton's movie "Nightmare Before Christmas." It has a powerful theme of growth, courage, loyalty, bravery, and staying true to one's self, no matter where you go, or what situation you're in.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Critique
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
We are thrown into a surreal and disjointed reality with a group of close friends who live together who are playing house. Trauma and darkness lies underneath their colorful world, with secrets and lies strewn about in catchy songs that mirror our fixation on media to educate and amuse us.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Critique
War & Peace
The Russian word "mir" (peace) has another meaning - "world, society." While translating the novel's title as "War and Peace" is logical for juxtopposition, Tolstoy's main goal was to show how war affects the world. It is Natasha's love and life story in the context of war, peace, and society.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Critique
Barbie: defining an epoch
Forget the hype, forget the feministic knee jerk, go see the movie. Barbie is a film about life, and the juxtaposition of reality and fantasy. It speaks to gender identity, growing up and the struggle to come to terms with existence. Future generations will recognize Barbie as defining an epoch.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Critique
This is Us (TV Show)
Laugh, cry, and feel all the emotions with one of the most realistic portrayals of family life ever produced. Watch the past, present, and future of Jack and Rebecca Pearson and their triplets, The Big Three, as they tackle tough subjects like grief, racism, depression, Alzheimer's, substance abuse, and disabilities.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Critique
Kokushinsan: Shadow of the Mountain Prologue - Childhood
Below the sharp, snow-covered peaks, an ocean of golden barely bent and ripples traveled among the fields. A dusty veil helped make those labyrinths of rock, ice, and snow seem a distant world. Up in the thin air of the Himalayan mountains, work was tedious and the yield was difficult, but at times like these, it was a better life, even in the shadow of Kokushinsan.
By Christopher Michael2 years ago in Critique
The Black Parade
My Chemical Romance proved themselves more than just a faddish emo band, with this stunning, anthemic, philosophical and surprisingly uplifting concept album all about facing death. It covers the fear, grief and acceptance related to death, while offering hope that the memories of the dead will help them live on.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Critique
Smell of early recollections. Sea, summer, and Sochi
Do you have any idea about what recollections smell like? Do they have their own aroma? My Sochi smells in no way, shape or form of peaches and hot corn. It smells like churchkhela and Chechel cheddar blended in with tart wine. Still pungent ocean. I don't wash off the salt after the ocean, I like the white, somewhat perceptible cross section on the skin, I shelter my shoulder to breathe in this smell and can't resist, I contact the pungent hand with my tongue. From an external perspective, it likely looks entertaining. The young lady shuts her eyes and kisses her shoulder. Also, I kiss the tremendous ocean that has been safeguarded on my skin. I recall my most memorable gathering with him. Distribution https://dzen.ru/a/ZNOr7USkRnz0eenK in my blog on Harmony Invite https://dzen.ru/shipshard Then I was going as an understudy on a train to Sochi for KiViN (Yearly Live performance of KVN groups). Currently more like 4 am we shown up. Furthermore, from 2 a.m. it sprinkled in obscurity. Dark Ocean. I adhered my nose to the glass and looked at the skyline. Outside the window, in the illumination of the moon, the waves breaking on the rough shore became white, all the other things blurred into obscurity. The actual night is strange and mystical, you expect some sort of achievement and a supernatural occurrence, that here it is right close to you. At 4 am we shown up at the station. The inebriating smell of joy hit his nose, and a drowsy rush of appeal spread all through his body. Behind me, alongside 1,000 kilometers and a frigid winter, I left the questions and issues of that life, venturing into the warm spring, new thrilling sentiments caught me up to my ears, which at that point didn't find a preferred way out over to shout. Truth be told, we screeched all together, the whole understudy body, tossing out a blazing wad of feelings that overpowered us.
By L.Soufiane2 years ago in Critique
