one day at a time

Moon river.

February 10, 2010 ★ Permalink ★ Comments

Lego.

February 9, 2010 ★ Permalink ★ 241 notes ★ Comments

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The Cat Empire: Til The Ocean Takes Us All.

I love you like oil
Coming down hard
Need you so fast
Need you so right away
Like a road train
I need you babe
Let’s burn it all away.

But I love you like water
You give me order
It’s getting hotter
Believe me when I say
That like a spring rain
I need you babe
But nothing last forever after all.

I’ll love you til the ocean takes us all.

January 25, 2010 ★ Permalink ★ Comments

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January 25, 2010 ★ Permalink ★ 2 notes ★ Comments

bax:

best speech of all time

V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
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.
[carves V into poster on wall]
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.
[giggles]
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.