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^Grooming?
^ From Russia with Love?
Yep.
A peach from Hunter:
"Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert... Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked."
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They don't do any of that lot in the work canteen.
I might just have to get bollock naked and have scrambled eggs.
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Valerie's Letter
"I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me.
My name is Valerie. I don’t think i’ll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that i’ll ever write, and – God – i’m writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years. But I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleven plus, and went to a girl’s grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists – they were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.
Sarah did.
I didn’t.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand.
My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing.
I’d only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have.
It is the very last inch of us.
And within that inch, we are free.
I’d always known what i’d wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I started my first film: The Salt Flats.
It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box. And our place always smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening. When things like norsefire and the articles of allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous.
I still don’t understand it: why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long until they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.
But for three years I had roses – and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch.
But one.
An inch.
It is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I hope that - whoever you are - you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you: I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.
-Valerie."
V for Vendetta - Alan Moore -
"..Son, I'm 30. I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty. And I don't have a decent bone in me. What you get is just what you see yeah..."
Poet Laureate for the Chemical Generation.
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"..Son, I'm 30. I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty. And I don't have a decent bone in me. What you get is just what you see yeah..."
classic Mondays eh?
see also - ' You've been with fat lady wrestlers, and Germans in trenches, and teachers who speak to themselves sometimes, snide street hawkers and baby-beating paupers and peasants who eat from the road'
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"You start a conversation you can't even finish it"
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People see me, and they see the suit, and they go: “you’re not fooling anyone”, they know I’m rock and roll through and through. But you know that old thing, live fast, die young? Not my way. Live fast, sure, live too bloody fast sometimes, but die young? Die old.
David Brent, 2001
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Spinning ist was für Friseure.
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"In theory, practice and theory are the same. In practice, they're not."
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can anyone remember this guy ?
There are no American infidels in Baghdad. Never!
Our initial assessment is that they will all die
I blame Al-Jazeera - they are marketing for the Americans!
God will roast their stomachs in hell at the hands of Iraqis.
'We have destroyed 2 tanks, fighter planes, 2 helicopters and their shovels - We have driven them back.
Surrender or be burned in their tanks.
No I am not scared and neither should you be!
We have them surrounded in their tanks
Britain "is not worth an old shoe.
Of U.S. troops: "They are most welcome. We will butcher them.
We will welcome them with bullets and shoes
Washington has thrown their soldiers on the fire
These cowards have no morals. They have no shame about lying
and the best one of all
My feelings - as usual - we will slaughter them all"
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Reminds me of:
"Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth."
Alan Watts