If Youre Feeling ANGRY, Then Put Some Of It Into Your Music !!

if you’re feeling ANGRY, then put some of it into your music !!

“…hey. hey. guys, c’mere, hey. listen. no, listen. they are screaming our name. okay? that is rock and roll. that is what we came here for.

and besides– no real rock star ever won anything.

i am really proud of you guys. we did it– we did it.”

 — unrealistic and idealized images of female beauty in our own corrupt modern media discourse !

…why not.

beetlejuice: the musical sentence starters.

‘we have only each other.’

‘scripture tells us: sorrow not, for we do not walk alone.’

‘you’re invisible when you’re sad.’

‘nobody understands.’

‘grownups wanna fix things.’

‘is it being greedy to need somebody to see me and say my name?’

‘holy crap, a ballad already?’

‘sorry to barge in.’

‘let’s skip the tears and start on the whole, y’know, being dead thing.’

‘if i hear your cell-phone ringing, i’ll kill you myself.’

‘we should have carpe’d way more diems.’

‘i do this bullshit, like, eight times a week.’

‘just relax, you’ll be fine.’

‘drink your fifty-dollar wine.’

‘full disclosure: it’s a show about death.’

‘everybody gets on fine here.’

‘every show i do, like, a ton of coke.’

‘jesus, pass the dramamine.’

‘we’re all on a hit list.’

‘hey, that’s just statistics.’

‘there’s a giant snake here!’

‘how you doin’? …not good.’

‘death is taboo, but it’s hardly something new.’

‘there’s nothing medical professionals can do ‘cept maybe just bill you.’

‘that’s the thing with life, no one makes it out alive.’

‘gosh, it’s awful, aint it tragic?’

‘blah, blah, bible, jesus magic.’

‘namaste, you freakin’ posers.’

‘i have mastered the art of tearing convention apart.’

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Lawrence raised an eyebrow at the demon with a slight head tilt. He was slightly intimidated, but curiosity killed the cat, so he might as well play along with this little charade. He had questions, but didn’t want to be too straightforward. It was always fun to beat around the bush every once and awhile..

“The hell do you mean, ‘talk things out’? I BARELY know you? Granted, we look almost identical, but that MUST be purely coincidental.. There’s no way..

Call me crazy, but I think I’m YOU, from the PAST...”

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Lawrence glanced at the card with a scoff.

“Hey I used to give these out… Huh. ANYWAYS I’m Lawrence! Nice to meet you, Be- Hold on a second.. I’m sorry.. Can I show you something..?”

The rocker pulled out from a very old, crumpled card stack from his inside jacket pocket. They all read:

BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE, SELF PROCLAIMED BIOEXORCIST

“What the FUCK IS HAPPENING….?”

“Are we going by the first name now huh? Well suppose it’s a somewhat normal breather name.”

His features fell from the grin that had been held to then a rather surprised look now, an almost scared look but he wasn’t scared, just shocked. He didn’t ever except this, never excepted anything like this to happen at all. All this happened when he saw Lawrence pull the very old crumpled stack of cards. 

Maybe then this was a weird time thing, an old friend he knew was a time hopper or whatever, not that he had really believed the man back then. But still it seemed perhaps that maybe, this Lawrence was a possible future or another timeline where he got to stay alive. 

But to confirm any of that they would need information and well Beetlejuice was now stuffing the card he had held out back into his striped jacket pocket now. He was getting annoyed,not at the other but at himself, this was turning out more confusing to him. He’s still staring at the card, in disbelief. 

“…well Handso– Lawrence maybe that’s something for us to work out..”