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Friday, September 14, 2012

Videos Expose the Fraud of US Weekly Photos of Kristen Stewart and Rupert Sanders.

HERE 
FOR ANOTHER VIDEO BY SAME PERSON

http://youtu.be/bnPCF9AQzCM 

On The Road NY Premiere Kristen Stewart

Is everyone happy now to see the flailed actress all skin and bones
Has she been punished enough for THAT AFTERNOON
Or do you want more more MORE

For THAT AFTERNOON see The Rashomon Effect here:
Complete with pictures from THAT AFTERNOON

The camera never lies. It records what is there. It is we who lie to ourselves when we perceive what we think we see. as it filters through our own protective shield.


Does this mean that the photos we see take on the literal truth of what the camera has recorded? 

Look at this video
Now tell me what you see in those pictures you just looked at


355,000 views so far

Watch and Learn

As Diana was dying in her car pleading with her eyes for help the papz were filming her 
THEY TURNED HER INTO A SNUFF FILM


WIN ONE FOR DIANA
DOWN WITH THE TABLOIDS WHO CREATE THE MARKET 
FOR THE PAPZ

YAAAAY          OCCUPY!

Friday, September 07, 2012

A dress which is more than a dress: Kristen Stewart, Cannes 2012


I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a color? Color is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering — like the susurrus of the wind — from book to book and object to object for tens of thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half soars through the air with your glances. I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted. I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colors, shadows, crowds, or even of loneliness…

 “My dear master, explain red to somebody who has never known red.” — “If we touched it with the tip of a finger, it would feel like something between iron and copper. If we took it into our palm, it would burn. If we tasted it, it would be full-bodied, like salted meat. If we took it between our lips, it would fill our mouths. If we smelled it, it’d have the scent of a horse. If it were a flower, it would smell like a daisy, not a red rose.”

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red pg. 186-8