February 2010
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Tulips
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to the surgeons.
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“8. LIL’S DANCE
Things we notice.
— She makes a sour face.
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– Twin Peaks: Walk Fire With Me script draft
The script for Jason Goes to Hell: The Final... →
fakefuneral:
andrewlaw:
We watch as Jason is blown, irrevocably, limb from limb.
ON VARIOUS CHUNKS OF JASON
spinning slowly in the air in SLO-MO. An arm, something unrecognizable, his head still in the hockey mask, then, finally
ON JASON’S BLACK HEART
spinning through the air to finally land, with a WET PLOP, on the field. It beats once, then once more…then stops.
(via...
“Do not believe in what you have heard;
do not believe in the traditions,...”
– Buddha, Kalama Sutta (via tsupii)
“We had to put him to bed one night ‘cos he just burst out crying in the car. And...”
– Nicky Wire, 1996 (via richey)
richey:
Manic Street Preachers | Revol
“All...