Tribute to Marilyn Monroe
A friend made this tribute to Marilyn Monroe and granted me permission to post it here. It represents the tragedy of her death.
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they had it all
lost it all
perhaps they lost their roots and themselves
though others become old with it....
Don't worry! SisteraC.
Is going to get you another poster of her, for Christmas. Just watch out for the UPS people.
PS; Marilyn M. Had beautiful teeth. Someone once told me, that! I have a sat of teeth just like her!
I don't bite legs!
I will admit!
Pray to the Lord, thy God! To take me back.
It is bad as hail! Down here....
Just Saying!
See mor photos of her smoking at
Regrettably, Marilyn herself seems to be unavailable for posing these days, so of course it is a model posing.
I always thought Marilyn was so beautiful, its sad she was killed?... yes, killed, I've always believed this because of what was going on during the time of her death. But Jane Mansfield was really more beautiful than Marilyn, her death was one of sorrow as well.
This commentary by Ayn Rand, excerpted from The Voice of Reason, was originally published two weeks after Marilyn Monroe’s death on August 5, 1962.
The death of Marilyn Monroe shocked people with an impact different from their reaction to the death of any other movie star or public figure. All over the world, people felt a peculiar sense of personal involvement and of protest, like a universal cry of “Oh, no!”
They felt that her death had some special significance, almost like a warning which they could not decipher–and they felt a nameless apprehension, the sense that something terribly wrong was involved.
They were right to feel it.
Marilyn Monroe on the screen was an image of pure, innocent, childlike joy in living. She projected the sense of a person born and reared in some radiant utopia untouched by suffering, unable to conceive of ugliness or evil, facing life with the confidence, the benevolence, and the joyous self-flaunting of a child or a kitten who is happy to display its own attractiveness as the best gift it can offer the world, and who expects to be admired for it, not hurt.