Baley

Hypothetical situation. You look down the barrel of a loaded gun, the hammer is pulled back, your finger on the trigger but you hesitate. Situations that have build up over time have lead you down this course, you are committed to go through, yet you hesitate and put the gun down. It would be a quick painless death yet you stop. Why?

This mind-numbing apathy is making me want to slash my wrists.

Yeah, everyone hates me.

I never get no stinking reports!

Jazz Alto Saxophonist Jackie McLean Dies At 73 Jackie McLean - Quadrangle

Uh, they make the Beatles sound heterogeneous. And Mustaine is whiny right-wing born-again bitch. Can we get back to mourning McLean? The Velvet Underground - Lonesome Cowboy Bill

I said "Yes".

Jackie McLean - Appointment In Ghana RIP

Master of Puppets! Master of Puppets! Master of Puppets! Hello.

Hahahahahahahaha

Blank Purification I saw the hills of Zion ablaze! I saw and wept, I saw my destiny before me, I saw it all in but a passing second. Fire the purifier! Fire the holy! Fire the righteous! Peace! Peace! War! Death! Starvation! God spoke unto me, God told me to kill, She told me to erase my existence! We must comply, we are nothing without God. Prophets are simple-minded pawns! Death! Holy Death! Holy Fire the Righteous Purifier! God is holy. Dirt inside, outside, everywhere, everything is dirty, droll, gross humourless men with swords and spears and guns and bombs! I saw the hills of Zion ablaze! I walked inside the temple of Solomon, where virgins whispered their dying parables, I smiled at the women, what women they were, brown eyes, brown hair, brown skin, brown face. "The Hills are burning! Come to me! Salvation! God! Me! You! Togetherness!" They laughed, they laughed, my life, my life, the hills were burning, they laughed, had they no eyes? Had they no minds? Had they no souls inside? I walked away, silently trembling into the night, I walked next to my shadow, creeping besides the walls of Jerusalem. Sinners! Sinners? Sinners?! Had they no shame? We must protect the pure. We must protect the holy, holy fire purifier of Adam, holy fire purifier of God. Purify. Purify. Purify. God spoke unto me. She mocked me. She told me I had failed. She told me I was useless. She kissed my forehead. She jumped inside me, surfing on intestinal waves. Fire the purifier, burning inside, fire the purifier burning outside. I saw the hills of Zion ablaze! I saw the headless men of Rome bowing to the one true God, I saw the corpse of Plato sucking on God's gargantuan boob. I laughed. I kicked and screamed, I howled at the moon and the sun and the stars above my head, I jumped and crawled, I shouted at the prophets that came before me. I heard the words of Moses on the mountains of Sinai, I hugged and fondled the virgin skeletons of Amazon. I stood in front of the Gates of Oblivion and stared at the tormented fools, devilish games on human skulls, ping pong, ping pong, Solomon the wise on his throne of fire, fire the purifier, hire the holy, fire the righteous. He spoke unto me. "Hey you there! Can you, I dunno, give me a hand? I need to go to the privy, it's not far, not far at all, just for a few minutes, nothing much." I pointed and laughed, middle finger vertically rising, rising to the challenge. "No! No! No! Burn sinner! Burn! Burn! Burn!' He rolled his eyes. "Look it's not hard, think for a second." I did. The Void! Nothingness! Infinity! No stars above, no soul inside, no hell downward, no heaven upward, no men to mar, no children to cry, no virgins to reshape, nothing, just peace.

Oh come on, it might be fun. Just today this big oaf came to me and shouted "Die!"

You really don't get this comeback thing, do you?

Many females have indeed identified me as such.

Ah, a comeback, how queer. And yes, I do know more than you do, I am quite certain of that little detail.

Which one?

I rewatched Sonatine tonight, and it should be up there. Oh and some Miike and Wilder, and Ozu, and Leone, and Peckinpah! Aguirre!!! This it too hard. Gah, a couple of directors have totally taken over my top! Bergman# # # # # # # # # # # # # (13) Bunuel# # # # # # # # # # (10) Allen# # # # # # # # ( The Coens# # # # # # (6) Kurosawa# # # # # (5) Kitano# # # # (4) Kubrick# # # # (4) Cronenberg# # # # (4) Gilliam# # # (3) Herzog# # # (3) Chaplin# # # (3) Eastwood# # (2) Kusturica# # (2) Clooney # # (2)

You haven't lost an hour.

My current top 100: Hana-bi Crimes and Misdemeanors Viridiana Inherit the Wind Smultronstallet Stroszek La Strada Le salaire de la peur Spider Jin Roh Hotaru no haka Yojimbo Dead Ringers Videodrome Brazil The Man Who Wasn't There Dr. Strangelove Rashomon Le fantome de la liberte Ansiktet Annie Hall The Big Lebowski Sleeper Dolls Barton Fink Trollflojten Scener ur ett aktenskap Naked Lunch Paths of Glory Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Life of Brian Djavulens oga Cobra Verde Tystnaden Vargtimmen Persona Monsieur Verdoux Limelight Miller's Crossing Magyarok Leo the Last O Brother, Where Art Thou? Simon del desierto Le journal d'une femme de chambre The Petrified Forest Quills Angels with Dirty Faces Sunset Boulevard La mort en ce jardin Cet obscur objet du desir Underground Bullets Over Broadway The Lion in Winter Kagemusha Ran The Treasure of the Sierra Madre Skammen Manhattan Blood Simple Fahrenheit 451 Kukushka Irma Vep Saraband Taxi Driver 12 Angry Men Patton High Plains Drifter Unforgiven Les invasions barbares Adaptation Good Night, and Good Luck. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Cronaca di un amore Blade Runner 12 Monkeys 2001: A Space Odyssey El angel exterminador Le charme discret de la bourgeoisie Belle de jour Tristana Nattvardsg

[*]Hana-bi [*]Annie Hall [*]Inherit the Wind [*]Le fant

If they wish themselves so. And one could say that the Italian culture is in a way an evolution of the culture that existed before it. But the Italians have suffered both ethnic and linguistic changes, serious changes, and as I've already mentioned I am not very familiar with Iran's current status.

Why wouldn't it? You see civilizations have these pesky little habit, one they never seem to be able to shake off, it's called evolution, or in this case devolution, oh well. Unless, of course, the population has thoroughly changed from an ethnic point of view.

Well, I found the novel's ending rather interesting, at the time - this was about 2 years ago(?), the whole post-apocalyptic sequences and organized religion as an unknowing tool of reason and logic, for while the plane insanity of fundamentalism is a valuable and present-day parable, the simple fact that we can use the lesser gifted humans to further our so-called humanistic causes was something I truly enjoyed. Not really what I meant by "bah", but the number of philosophical Science Fiction movies seems rather low, something to do with explosions being "totally sweet and awesome", I think.