Love it... love Tim Burton!!!
Hi Luisa,Yep, I love him too! This quote actually made me laugh out loud! :)
And this is why that man is a genius and icon to me :)
Hi Living Dead Girl Nicole,Exactly! :)
Haha! I knew whose quote this was before I even finished reading it. :) Do you know much about Tim Burton's days at Disney? I learned a lot about his time there from one of his biographies. I'm afraid he didn't really fit in there. I read that he spent a lot of time under his desk, which weirded people out. I'm so glad that he found his own niche!
Hi Justine,This quote just keeps on giving in the amusement department for me. :) I recently read a long article on Tim Burton's time at Disney. Now I want to read a biography! He sounded very unhappy and on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but obviously that challenging time helped him to discover his authentic self as an artist. Perhaps if he hadn't sucked at the Disney-style and had been able to fake it, he may never have found his way back to the path of his own vision.
Thank God he couldn't.
Hi Jessica,Haha. Indeed!!
Classic! I love it! :)
Hi Jenny,I know! I love it too! :)
Hahaha! I believe it! I truly do.
Hi King Unicorn,Haha. I'd be interested to see some of Tim Burton's work from the Disney roadkill stage of his career.
The GothicI am the poet of the darkcropping in cold gardensdead flowerswith pale handsAm I being darkwho watches the nightwith the look of a vampiretrying to find beautythat lurks in every shadowMy eyes painted blacksee what they can notbe seenby mortal eyesI am the night mistear ofgargoylesthe cathedralsI wander in the dark skieswhere the eyes ofcrowsshinethe magical twilightin the darksee the lightfew stillproducesand on earth where beingsdaycreepgently with planmy wingsdark angelMy lonelinessdevours the hourswaiting for the day is doneto fall on mecover of nightwhere daydreamwithout arousingMy verses writtenwith bloodruns like a warm rainin abandoned buildingswhere I leave the lament of a worldillrecordedDisease left by beingsdaythat destroy the worldwith their impious rageWho are the strangers?Or are you crazy?Leave me alone with my sorrowbecause the left is cryingAfter all, someone needs to crythenit's mebeing of darknessNosferatuLet me light my firein the land of the dead soulsI lie down on the tombstones cold and piesleft by beingsof oldLet me singdark bowelsClose to methe world is sickmaybe there is more healingsomeone needs to crythen it's mebeing the dark nightSandro Kretus
Hi Anonymous,Um... thank you for sharing this poem. Was there a particular reason? Are you Sandro Kretus?
Good Quote....Great Filmmaker......
Hi Dr. Theda,Yes, a great filmmaker indeed! :)
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