Several... Silence of the Lambs.... Strangeland....
Aladdin (anything Disney, really...),
Lion King.
Little Nemo.
Pete's Dragon.
Interview With a Vampire.
Memoirs of a Geisha.
Tale of Two Sisters.
V for Vendetta
The Godfather
The Godfather Part Two
Shawshank Redemption
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Schindler's List
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Labyrinth
Saving Private Ryan
Braveheart
To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar
The Green Mile
American History X
Gladiator
The Last Samurai
12 Monkeys
Beetlejuice
Se(7/v)en
The Princess Bride
Fight Club
Singin' in the Rain
The Pianist
Manos: the Hands of Fate (Taken seriously, I'd hate it... but the when one looks at it as a bad horror flick, it is hilarious!)
Pan's Labyrinth
Sweeney Todd
Night at the Museum
Apocalypto
Sunset Boulevard (1950)
The Nightmare of Elm Street movies (I loved Freddy when I was little, what can I say?)
All About Eve
Lady in the Water

Sinatra,
Beethoven,
Hocico....
Mozart,
Alanis,
Janis Joplin.
Rob Zombie,
Puddle of Mud,
any Disney music,
anything from Phantom of the Opera.
Dean Martin,
Pachelbel,
a bit of Andrew Lloyd Webber...
Aqua.
Maroon Five,
Schubert. I LOVE SCHUBERT'S AVE MARIA!
Music from Final Fantasy
System of a Down
Dreamworks' movie music

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,
Intensity,
Red Dragon,
The Aeneid,
the Illiad,
Tithe,
Keeping You a Secret.
(I love William Blake,
Poe,
Tennyson,
Byron,
e.e. cummings,
Faulkner).
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest...
The Fuzzy novels by H. Beam Piper.
The Loving Dominant by John Warren.
Hannibal.
Silence of the Lambs,
Mark Morford's Mythology.
C.S. Lewis,
J.R.R. Tolkien.
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein,
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead...
Niccolo Machiavelli (who wouldn't love 'im?), Francis Bacon...
Homer,
Sophocles,
Ovid,
Vergil...
Parallel Myths,
Anything by Robert Jordan,
T.S. Eliot,
Shakespeare,
George Bernard Shaw,
Richard Greenberg,
Goethe,
Milton,
Dante,
Thoreau,
House of Leaves,
Dracula,
Anything by S.N.D. Castillo,
The Importance of Being Earnest,
Waiting for Godot,
The Road
And so much more...

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Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot (1925)


Mistah Kurtz—he dead

A penny for the Old Guy


I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


--KS' Lady Death. Take my attitude up with Him.--

stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a(huge which by which huger than
huge)whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow

suppose we could not love,dear;imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousand hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

-how fortunate are you and i,whose home
is timelessness:we who have wandered down
from fragrant mountains of eternal now

to frolic in such mysteries as birth
and death a day(or maybe even less)

-- E. E. Cummings

I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;

I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘T is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Writing.
Reading.
Drawing.
Painting.
Juggling (badly).
Nonsense.
Acting.
Singing.
Learning.
Researching.
Wearing heels.
Conversing.
Debating.
Roller blading.
Fishing.
Hiking.
Swimming.