July 2009
65 posts
Insert part a into part d making sure that it inserts through part c THE PARTS ARENT LABELED >_<
“So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the...”
– Dr Seuss
“I lost my inspiration lying in your bed.”
– Emanual - The willing
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in...”
– Jim Morrison (via kari-shma)
Man, i love this movie.
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and I don't believe in coincidences.
“We’re fated to pretend”
– MGMT - Time to pretend
Today is another day of testing, I walk through the cold, white rooms, As I stop, calmly resting, A hatch opens, and drops you in my life. Your cold, hard exterior, a shell, Your metal covers your soft heart, You came to rescue me from hell, And now we walk together. I jump atop you, and you make me taller, We run along the long white room, And even as the corridor gets smaller, I know...
It’s a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake.
Skins 3x03
Teacher: Maybe i could come over sometime and wang my disk in your box.
Your words of wisdom
Aren’t all that wise.
-.-