I Write Sins, Not Tragedies.
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That's Mr. Kaneda to you, punk!
Everyone, just... pretend to be normal.
You will suffer me.
Lots of respectable people have been hit by trains!
No, I am merely stating that uh... life finds a way.
Gee, I wish we had one of them doomsday machines.
when the wind is southerly, i know a hawk from a handsaw
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Akira
That's Mr. Kaneda to you, punk!
Kitty With A Tommy Gun
What's That Smell in the Kitchen? - Marge Piercy
All over America women are burning dinners. It's lambchops in Peoria; it's haddock in Providence; it's steak in Chicago tofu delight in Big Sur; red rice and beans in Dallas. All over America women are burning food they're supposed to bring with calico smile on platters glittering like wax. Anger sputters in her brainpan, confined but spewing out missiles of hot fat. Carbonized despair presses like a clinker from a barbecue against the back of her eyes. If she wants to grill anything, it's her husband spitted over a slow fire. If she wants to serve him anything it's a dead rat with a bomb in its belly ticking like the heart of an insomniac. Her life is cooked and digested, nothing but leftovers in Tupperware. Look, she says, once I was roast duck on your platter with parsley but now I am Spam. Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.
Little Miss Sunshine
Everyone, just... pretend to be normal.
Lord of the Rings
You will suffer me.
Poetry
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
O Brother Where Art Thou
Lots of respectable people have been hit by trains!
Jurassic Park
No, I am merely stating that uh... life finds a way.
Emily The Strange
Dr. Strangelove
Gee, I wish we had one of them doomsday machines.
Scheherazade
Don't Panic, Little Stargazer belongs to sri angry angel.
: love love is a verb love is a doing verb : so fragile yet so devious : disdainful and curious : give me life give me pain give me my self again : i'm a firestarter twisted firestarter i'm the bitch you hated filth infatuated yeah : love of colors sounds and words is it a blessing or a curse : are you a part of the cure or are you part of the disease : i fought the war i fought the war i fought the war but the war won : wake up and face me don't play dead cuz maybe someday i will walk away and say you fucking disappoint me : you don't have to love me you don't even have to like me but you will respect me : don't let the walls cave in on you : sleeping in is giving in no matter what the time is : over there stands my angry angel and he's frowning like hell but i'm not feeling guilty :