Unrealistic And Idealized Images Of Female Beauty In Our Own Corrupt Modern Media Discourse !

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

…why not.

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....?”

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The rockstar raised an eyebrow as he eyed the other curiously. The strange entity looked almost identical to himself.. Odd.

He paced around the demon with a curious flint in his eye, as a look of shock overtook his features.

“Uh… Who the hell are you..?

And why do you look so much like me…?”

“Oh Hello there handsome, you can see me~” 

He chuckles a little and brings himself to the floor, closer to the breather that looks like him, eye to eye at this point as he’s still grinning widely now. He tilts his head to one side, it almost seems like to much of a tilt that it’s unnatural. But then the demon was always like that, just bending or moving a little too much one way or another to seem a bit unnatural, as he then held out the battered and torn card he carried to show his name; Beetlejuice.

“Well you can call me that on the card or BJ, but who the hell are you? I never knew a breather could look so much like me?” 

He was studying the other watching him closely and careful. The demon hadn’t excepted his day to be so interesting and yet, here he was staring down his almost living mirror image and it was something he was insanely curious about now, wanting to know more about him. He wondered how the other people he had known recently would react to this too. 

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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The beetleman and his mood ring hair

‘i want something to believe in.’

LAWRENCE sat beside Nessa, as he softly strummed his guitar with a hum. 

“So.. Nessa.. Have you ever missed someone you were really close to..?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a small chuckle. 

“I miss someone.. Her name was Lydia Deetz, heh. Ended up killing me though, haven’t heard about her in awhile.. ANYWAYS!..”

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