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It’s not talked about in Hollywood Certainly not among the pretty people I’m referring to when an actor actress in bodies a role so well you generally don’t recognize them I’m referring to their acting being so convincing that you see only the character unfolding, even if it was only for a minute before it clicked I’m not talking about minimal physical transformation, not heavy, prosthetics or CGI for example which would obviously disguise a person. When an actor immerses themselves in a character They are taking away their character completely In doing so they’ find myself in a paradox When does acting end and their character begin They train all their life to be a believable character To personify little idiosyncrasies to define depth Part of this training is believing you are who you say you are At gatherings and parties they try to be themselves But who is that? They’re celebrated for other characters they became, does that character remain Are there attributes that glam onto their psyche soul that won’t let go. They become more unsure of the real world and their part in it. People accuse them of acting. A pugnacious member takes issue argument, transpire the actor in a quagmire Fight or flight what characteristics to prevail Is it any wonder why a significant number of actors actresses, run to psychologists or psychiatrists for years of therapy or psychotherapy?.Major decisions rehashed for other’s opinion what should I do? Think of the movies where an actor changed himself so much for a character that you did not recognize him. if only for a minute. I could name a few. Keith Ledger as The Joker( his last role) Fellow Actors said he was so scary. They couldn’t even say their lines. The darkness that came out of him There are others, but these readily come to mine Heath Ledger in Batman Dustin Hoffman in Rain man Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade Matthew McConaughey in, The Buyers Club Christian Bale in Machinist Jake Gyllenhaal and Brokeback Mountain Sylvester Stallone in Rocky People’s burning desires come to California To become a star, follow their dream they’ll go far Life is not what it seems broke, sleep in the car Are you willing to sell your soul to become a star? Can you survive The Harvey Weinstein‘ Movie Mogul  type the casting couch slouch Roofie, **** drug without  consent or The music scene P Diddy type Hell bent I encourage you to watch some of these movies where the actors are so far above the rest Inspired songs 1) Vogue live MTV awards YouTube1990 By Madonna 2) American woman The Guess Who 1970 3) mama told me not to come By Three Dog Night 4) The long and windingRoad 1970 By the Beatles 5) evil way By Santana BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge April 15, 2025 pugnacious Someone described as pugnacious shows a readiness or desire to fight or argue
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
Identity crisis
It’s not talked about in Hollywood Certainly not among the pretty people I’m referring to when an actor actress in bodies a role so well you generally don’t recognize them I’m referring to their acting being so convincing that you see only the character unfolding, even if it was only for a minute before it clicked I’m not talking about minimal physical transformation, not heavy, prosthetics or CGI for example which would obviously disguise a person. When an actor immerses themselves in a character They are taking away their character completely In doing so they’ find myself in a paradox When does acting end and their character begin They train all their life to be a believable character To personify little idiosyncrasies to define depth Part of this training is believing you are who you say you are At gatherings and parties they try to be themselves But who is that? They’re celebrated for other characters they became, does that character remain Are there attributes that glam onto their psyche soul that won’t let go. They become more unsure of the real world and their part in it. People accuse them of acting. A pugnacious member takes issue argument, transpire the actor in a quagmire Fight or flight what characteristics to prevail Is it any wonder why a significant number of actors actresses, run to psychologists or psychiatrists for years of therapy or psychotherapy?.Major decisions rehashed for other’s opinion what should I do? Think of the movies where an actor changed himself so much for a character that you did not recognize him. if only for a minute. I could name a few. Keith Ledger as The Joker( his last role) Fellow Actors said he was so scary. They couldn’t even say their lines. The darkness that came out of him There are others, but these readily come to mine Heath Ledger in Batman Dustin Hoffman in Rain man Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade Matthew McConaughey in, The Buyers Club Christian Bale in Machinist Jake Gyllenhaal and Brokeback Mountain Sylvester Stallone in Rocky People’s burning desires come to California To become a star, follow their dream they’ll go far Life is not what it seems broke, sleep in the car Are you willing to sell your soul to become a star? Can you survive The Harvey Weinstein‘ Movie Mogul  type the casting couch slouch Roofie, **** drug without  consent or The music scene P Diddy type Hell bent I encourage you to watch some of these movies where the actors are so far above the rest Inspired songs 1) Vogue live MTV awards YouTube1990 By Madonna 2) American woman The Guess Who 1970 3) mama told me not to come By Three Dog Night 4) The long and windingRoad 1970 By the Beatles 5) evil way By Santana BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge April 15, 2025 pugnacious Someone described as pugnacious shows a readiness or desire to fight or argue
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the cult of the ideal woman. silent era mignon. pass the baton. a little diplomacy. a little electricity. and a waterfall of curls. she moves with the fayre. I see her idling on Fifth Avenue and at work behind the counters of the stores. besotted men plant young, leafless trees upside-down, roots in the air, simply because she wants it that way. a groundbreaking end to The Broken Oath, and her name on the credits for the very first time. screens, fans, and umbrella stands. or maybe lilies in a field of seclusion. she is stardom. she is the eternal question.
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 11:29 AM UTC
Biograph Girls
aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE now, that is slick! dropping your last name, to make you more famous even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you and he is already famous smith really is a boring name independence day for your new nation's mind what do they call the first independance day? not the one we celebrate yearly. but the one where it first happened? oops i am sorry if i hurt you oops i did it again oops i did it again oops i did it AGAIN! this is brittany ***** i think she knew who it was who needs a last name to draw a buzz? what came first, the peach or the fuzz all i ever got was the pit is it okay if i call you willow smith or is it miss willow i will not use all caps for anybody! i come first!
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Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
Current Events, in the Flow - I COME FIRST - WILLOW - featuring The Artist Formerly Known as PRINCE and Willow Smith with sneak peek at the ****** video
Fame Fortune Swiftly came For the dashing Derf Merrymaker Yet things were in reverse For his childhood blood brother Whose odd name was Teaberry Von His fame rose slowly in his ancient days Derf’s fame quickly fell died a common man
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
Derf Merrymaker and Teaberry Von
Star soldier with the rocket arm, you bleed silver, gold, and product placement. Smile big for the camera, the media will sell its soul for a new bankable face. Party hardy, Heisman candidate, ******** your semi-steady's sorority sister, then ask to see her again sometime after the **** kit. It's quite alright, so long as you have talent beyond this hemisphere. Why even the fatherland, ESPN, will gladly call you "son."
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
First Round Draft Pick
“Where is the rest for the weary?”, Cried out the sappy sun. The burden of lighting up the world left his own soul lusterless. His blistered fingers handed down his glow as he stood frozen up high in his onerous profession, keeping a bright smile in a baby blue prison. In his own shame, the pitiful sun covered himself, boosting his rays so no man could beam their eyes up To see his dreary tears. After work he would blaze back home Dreading the next day to come while countless stars flooded outside his home, Night after night Begging for his spot and Dreaming of his celebrity. While the stars pounded on his door, inside He emptied endless tears out of the well of his heart But he could never let go of his pride. So, season after season he suffered in the spotlight all to hold on to his futile fame.
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Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
The Life of A Star
Always being flirted with While others never get noticed Standing out in densely gathered crowds The highs were way above and beyond Even the mightiest and highest of the clouds The shine would never ever leave My newly found and now world famous face But, it takes lots of **** hard work If wanting to stay in Hollywood’s first place Never liked to be the runner up Only ever winning, at any sort of race Paparazzi snapping, tabloids exaggerating For what’s its actually worth One more bit of bad gossip mongering They could bring anyone, back down to earth.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Fallen Star
Reach out and touch The reflective surface, Nearly-perfect, infinite. She's an unbreakable object held Within stasis, A long-durational sleeper, Motionless in her far-off stare. Time dilation may be absolute, But there's no denial Of a sundry smile And questioning brow. Glass divides she From true self, Kept in the hold As priceless cargo That once inspired the likes Of da Vinci. Thus Snow White wasn't quite dead When the trap was sprung, Her day lay in wait For a kiss of life: An event horizon. Lift the lid It did, And with a centuries-old yawn, She fixed her face upon Her growing public, And broke through Hibernation, To give birth to a star.
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Mona Lisa in Hypersleep
Fame is a kind of addiction. It can be a lethal condition If taken with no restriction Real life succumbs to fiction. Elvis took too much stuff. Janis fell for too much guff. Jimi didn’t quit soon enough. Morrison had to act tough. It was all about being a star Instead of being what you are. Life is not a big expensive car It’s what you have done so far. Becoming a famous insufferable, And ordinarily unapproachable, Can make behavior intolerable Rendering you reprehensible. They turned away with a shrug Went back to a favorite drug Left a dead body for others to lug; Their fame swept under a rug. The pretty face won’t protect you No matter how often they inject you. In time your fans will neglect you But the coroner won’t reject you. The star insures that his crew, Let him do what he wants to do. Refuse him and you’re through The star has no use for what’s true.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
BIG STAR
You made it to the Top of the Pops. What was it like to be idolized - do you still savour the fame - does it remain or fade? 'I am left with what I am, needing to recognized myself for what I am and always was.' - But is nothing left of stardom? 'A star! A shooting star more like that quickly falls to Earth dazzling itself, burning away its substance in the flames.'
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Burning in the Flames
You know what would be miraculous. The comprehension of reality among the populace in general. That would be a miracle. We live in an age where these twenty something tweens believe that they are all, One second from stardom. Newsflash! It doesn't matter how many people Follow you on Twitter, Friend you on Facebook, Or how many followers you have for your YouTube channel, If you can't find a single original thought for yourself In that pop music filled- Romance and Action movie watching- Book of the month club reading- Head of yours, If you can't think and feel for yourself YOU ARE NOT A STAR You are a hack. You are just normal. Like the rest of us. So stop trying to get discovered, And start Thinking, Feeling, And Creating Something for yourself. Something for the world to see. Something original. Because you can't get by on the coat tails of others forever. Sooner or later you will need to survive on your own. And then when you've created something on your own. Something worthwhile. Something from your heart. Then you have a chance. A small chance, But still a chance To be a star.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
One Second From Stardom
left after suckle as babes in the wood he whispered his goodbye with sour quavering lips the wonders of stardoms that captured his heart now i mean all to myself only and life he left with a buckle to get me a ram and came back so gleeful i left all to hear he ranted of stardom but left me behind the moment that struck me my life took a turn he left with his sickle and i found my me the entity hidden beneath his towering gaze now i peeped at the world for the first time in life this thing would not be if he never said bye i live with my sparkle i got all alone the moment he left me i picked up and ran i caught on with age grade their laughter and all i now drill the wonders of pure water mines.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
Mines of pure water
Exposition Exploration Examination Experimentation Exhibition Experience Exercise Excelsior Explosion Exposure Expansion Exceeding Excitement Excellence except Excessive Expectations Excuses Exclamation Excommunication Excluded Excreted Exorcised Expunged Exacerbation Exhale Exit Exeunt Extinct Ex-Star
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Ex-Stardom
Question, what can make such beautiful souls corrupt? Life answers.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
LA
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July. And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead like a shank of butcher's meat, your dorcel fin peaks through the sand where my toes peak through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards. I take photos, make reservations, and even after I'm canceled on for walking around downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry: Stardom. I don't have room for you in the corners. The corners of this room, padded walls, shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines in the specks of light flicking out of the horizon like a carousel ride around and around. I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest. If you want to see me spring, like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face, I observe you through a kaleidoscope of dexedrine and morphine. Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out in alien-green ******* at that party in the abandoned firehouse on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that (a daydream with sawing you called me) sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon. &
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Even While We're Itching