I always admired Wonder Woman and the Incredible Hulk - but I don't know if I'd be a very convincing hulk.
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The Incredible Hulk
Edward Norton, Liv Tyler, Tim Roth, William Hurt, Tim Blake Nelson
from The Incredible Hulk (2008)
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The Hulk, that was the experience of my life, so far.
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We're probably the opposite of the Osbournes. We run a very tight ship.
quote by Hulk Hogan
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To all my little Hulkamaniacs, say your prayers, take your vitamins and you will never go wrong.
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Hopefully I can become the Babe Ruth of the World Wrestling Federation and be the champion at the same time.
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I feel really good right now. It will really be a tough decision. It's so hard to give up what you love doing. Hanging up the boots will not be an easy thing to do.
quote by Hulk Hogan
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If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
quote by Hulk Hogan
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All morning they watched for the plane which they thought would be looking for them. They cursed war in general and PTs in particular. At about ten o'clock the hulk heaved a moist sigh and turned turtle.
quote by John Hersey
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I lose tons of stuff on the cutting room floor. For Scary Movie 3, for example, we had a lot of Matrix spoofs, a Hulk scene, and some of that stuff just doesn't hold up - it's too much plot, audiences just didn't want to hear about it.
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I Want...
I want to be brave,
Like Superman and Batman.
I want to be strong,
Like Wonderwoman and The Hulk.
I want to have courage,
And Not be afraid.
I also want to,
Control my rage.
I want to be gorgous,
I want to have beauty.
I want to be accepted,
I want to be known.
I want my art,
To change a life.
I want my life,
To be known.
I want to know,
Who I am.
Cause right now,
I am lost.
I know nothing of my past,
Or what is to come.
I count on luck,
To get me out of trouble.
I want to be heard,
I want to be seen.
I want people,
To stop ignoring me.
I am not begging or pleading,
I am just wishing.
Please someone help me,
Cause I feel like dying.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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I am the woman
I am the woman who is unstoppable
I am the woman
Whose dreams are immeasurable
I am the woman
Of a different breed, unbelievable
I am the woman
Of all times, incredible
I am a woman
With passion and purpose, unspeakable
I am the woman
Who decides where I should fall
In this universe, unpredictable
I am the woman
Who refuse to lessen my dreams
To meet man’s expectation, inconceivable
I am a woman
Of greatness and this greatness
Should never be compromise, remarkable
I am that GREAT WOMAN
poem by Kathy Elliott
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Long Long Ago
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves
Yellowing slowly in the moss
And far away barnacles clung desperately to rocks in the sea
Your memory better still your tender presence was there too
Transparent and mine
Nothing had changed but everything had aged at the same rate as my temples and
my eyes
Don't you just love that platitude? Let me go it's so rare for me this ironic
satisfaction
Everything had aged except your presence
Long long ago I went through the surf on a lonely day
The waves were unreal even then
The hulk of the shipwreck you knew about - remember that night of storms and
kisses? - was it a ship or a delicate woman's hat rolled by the wind in the spring
rain? - was there too
After that its happiness and dancing in the hawthornes!
The aperitifs had changed the names and colors
Of the rainbows framing the mirrors.
Long long ago you loved me.
poem by Robert Desnos
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My Execution
Facing my execution
Unsure I was the one
Found with the smile, holding the smoking gun
The hooded hulk
Weighs me up and sighs
Deep delight is dancing in his eyes
He knows so well
Arousal and the swell
Anticipates the snap, the fall, the void
While I look back
At the wide door of my cell
From which my life has suddenly emerged
Regretful or ashamed
Who do I have to blame and who
Have I betrayed? As they abandon me
To the moment's agony
Enough to know which years
Paid for the prison, which were
falling
free
poem by Frank Bana
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Iwama Market
It looms, huge on Rockville Road
between swaying eucalyptus
and darkening fields,
unexpected hulk
of a ruined past.
In better days
girls danced and liquor poured
through its open doors
free as the western wind.
“Hold on tight, boy,
or it’ll knock you over! ”
Back then it was “Bandana Lou’s”
disreputable,
speak-
easy,
fun.
When the wind drops
you can still hear them laughing
through the easy chatter
of honky-tonk.
poem by Steven Federle
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Bible Burning
The flames leapt higher and the fellow was dancing insanely about it when I arrived on the scene with my walkie-talkie and my fire
extinguisher. I jumped from the jeep before it stopped, kissed the driver and off she sped. I'd been sent by headquarters to look into a 'situation'. There, as expected, I saw a scene of unspeakable desecration. A grinning hulk of a figure was burning bibles in the little square before 'TICKETS'.
'Stop! Are you crazy? I said, running up. Do you know what you're doing? '?
'Yes', he giggled proudly, 'to both questions'.
'You are burning the Word of G
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Passing Clouds
Those I admired in my teenage are no more.
Those I admired in my middle age are old.
Those I admired later are out of the screen.
The ones I admire now are in their teen age.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God and Michelangelo paint a ceiling
‘And now, ladies and gentlemen,
above you – ladies, it’s easier with
the mirror from your purse…
Monsieur, Signor, Mein Herr…
we’ve come to
The Big Moment…’
the moment for which
tourists gather; temples fill;
saints and monks fall to their knees;
contemplatives fall silent;
even angels hold their breath;
all Creation for a moment, still;
look around, the beauty of it all:
the earth so warm and fresh
under the morning sun;
rivers sparkle among greenest trees
full of breeze and birdsong;
does this perfection lack?
One thing. The one, which may in time
unite all this; destroy all this.
It cannot be the Lord God Himself, seen
walking in the garden in the cool of the evening,
in this paradise which is Himself;
even God must keep His, God’s, own rules;
no, it must be His representative upon His earth,
made in His image - but according to Earth’s scope..
The tourists gawp, or are struck humble
with some unexpected thought. Stay too long like this,
craned neck, and older visitors may faint…
God – who for a moment, must resemble Man
in order to achieve this earthly moment –
stretches out His finger… His reflection,
this mindless, aimless, half-awake and muscle-conscious hulk,
is moved to imitate the action; reflecting,
as do the lady tourists’ hand mirrors
faintly dusted, scented, with face powder;
(a surreptitious dab; it’s hot in here with all the lights..)
But painters, even with God’s aid,
cannot paint a spark like that.
That over-muscled body will soon trim down
when he must chase his breakfast
through the jungle.. life’s not going to be all
milk and honey, manna and ambrosia
from now on..
but how many years and eras in God’s mind
must pass before that hulk, who’s known
as Adam by his madam, evolves
in God’s good time, to ask
‘Who am I, Lord? ’…
the question echoing down the passage of the years
so seldom asked, so silent answered;
the answer when it comes,
comes as by reflection,
comes like a spark to mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Lost Anchors
Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore,
There lived a sailor, warped and ocean-browned,
Who told of an old vessel, harbor-drowned,
And out of mind a century before,
Where divers, on descending to explore
A legend that had lived its way around
The world of ships, in the dark hulk had found
Anchors, which had been seized and seen no more.
Improving a dry leiure to invest
Their misadventure with a manifest
Analogy that he may read who runs,
The sailor made it old as ocean grass--
Telling of much that once had come to pass
With him, whose mother should have had no sons.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Life Is Incredible
Life is incredible
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is illegible
Life is incredible
Sometimes unfair
Like a nightmare
Sometimes like a dream
As clear as a beam
You have just to care
You have just to dare
Live it, share it
And you will go too far, so high
Like a rainbow in the sky
Life is incredible
Sometimes like a fairy tale
With the singing nightingale
but just dare live it
Think a bit
That's it Life is incredible
poem by Bouche Cousue
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