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I’m glad you’re unconscious. I thought maybe the sedative might have run out. The mask helps my conscience, but not as much when you’re squirming. I was going to do a little work today. See if I couldn’t figure some things out. Sadly, the meal I had earlier isn’t going to last long enough to keep a clear head. Looks like I’m going to have to carve off another piece. You don’t have a preference, do you? I figured I’d start in on one of your legs before I finished your arm. Y’know- the others would kill me if they knew I had you down here. They wouldn’t understand. You’d be gone and I’d always be hungry. Can’t think when I’m hungry. You understand, don’t you? Don’t worry- I always clean the tools after I use them. Never know when I’m going to come down here in a rush needing a bite to eat. And I don’t want you getting infected- with mine or any other disease or infection. I need you here- human- for as long as I can hold out. You understand, right? I don’t enjoy this- I think it’s sick. I do it for the good of us all. I like to think that if I didn’t keep you so drugged you’d volunteer for this. That said, I’m not going to let the drugs wear off so I can ask- so I guess I am a monster. You want to hear something really scary? Well, something that scares me, at least. I like the way flesh tastes. Really, I do. If I were to somehow find a cure for whatever’s going on with us- if things went back to the way they were…or as close as they could get… I think I’d still eat people. That terrifies me. Really. The scary part is that it’s the only thing about all this that terrifies me. And I just sawed off a friend’s foot so I can eat it.
Michael. Dear Michael. Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I... I know it's a long way and you're ready to go to work... all I'm saying is just wait, just... just wait and please just hear me out because this is not an episode, relapse, fuck-up, it's... I'm begging you Michael. I'm begging you. Try to make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago I came out of the building ok, I'm running across 6th avenue there's a car waiting, I've got exactly 38 minutes to get to the airport and I'm dictating. There's this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I... I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered in some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn. But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the... the... the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the sting of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undo. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath and I put that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe I witnessed today, it must wait. It must stand the test of time, and Michael, the time is now.
Hank Pym aka Yellowjacket is keeping the Black Panther, one of the last remaining people not infected with the zombie virus, alive to find a cure, and also to feast on. None of the other zombies know about it and if they did, he'd be killed for not sharing.
Not as good without the pictures but.... From The New Frontier Volume 1:
There is just one more thing to do. The monster approached and stood before me, its hot breath on my bare legs. It knew I was trapped, and seemed to relish in the moment...the scent of my blood. My head grew light as I forced myself up.
In the sky above me, a miracle. When I was born, I was named after a great mounted warrior of the clouds. And now here he was, a grand and silent witness to my death.
I decide its the last thing I want to see. I close my eyes...and I take flight.
Ask my family and they'll tell you I was a Navajo. Ask the Army Air Force and they'll say I was an American.
But if you ask my Brothers, they'll set you straight.
Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head. Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn't be falling out. Life is short. I need to make the most of it. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm a walking cliché. I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There's something wrong. A bump. The dentist called again. I'm way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn't fat I would be happier. I wouldn't have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time. Like that's fooling anyone. Fat ass. I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time. Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more, improve myself. What if I learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese. I'd be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short. Stop trying to fool myself and everyone else into thinking I have a full head of hair. How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn't that what women are attracted to? Men don't have to be attractive. But that's not true. Especially these days. Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days. Why should I be made to feel I have to apologize for my existence? Maybe it's my brain chemistry. Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Bad chemistry. All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help for that. But I'll still be ugly though. Nothing's gonna change that.
Man, I'd like to put my face in there. Right in there. Tartar sauce. My hips are cold. Tartar sauce. That's when you know its cold. I like eating pussy. Tartar sauce. A lot of guys don't. Well maybe they do. Maybe that's just black guys. Tartar sauce. What happened to the guy who was trying to fly around the world in a balloon? Did he make it? I should put some espionage or stolen plutonium in my novel. Tartar sauce. Spice it up. Neil Young. Fuck, its cold. Neil Young. Wh-why am I thinking about Neil Young. Neil Diamond. Neil... Theres not a lot of famous Neils. Is this Wednesday? I wish I had two dicks. I thought the whole family was going to learn Spanish together this year. That never really happened. I haven't had a Spanish omelette in a long time. Here we go.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-AXTx4PcKI
I wish Baldwin would get back into these serious arrogant roles, he was good at them
I am God.
this is probably my favorite scene in any film ever
I know it was originally written for the stage but he just nailed it here and I don't need to see any other versions of it
It's Edward Norton at his best
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5j2F4VcBmeo
A few minutes ago it was like a Poolhall in this mother fucker...
from Secondhand Lions
well yeah
but he'd adapted it for the stage
totally minimalist
just him, a huge staircase and a lot of lighting
it was incredible
What's that from
an excellent film by the way
Tucker
A Classic and one of the best
Not the most famous part of the movie but still amazing
What's the context?
Hank Pym aka Yellowjacket is keeping the Black Panther, one of the last remaining people not infected with the zombie virus, alive to find a cure, and also to feast on. None of the other zombies know about it and if they did, he'd be killed for not sharing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aY2tbeP_K1M
I was just about to. But I'll leave the honors to you good Pooro.
Instead, I will post this:
Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head. Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn't be falling out. Life is short. I need to make the most of it. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm a walking cliché. I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There's something wrong. A bump. The dentist called again. I'm way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn't fat I would be happier. I wouldn't have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time. Like that's fooling anyone. Fat ass. I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time. Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more, improve myself. What if I learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese. I'd be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short. Stop trying to fool myself and everyone else into thinking I have a full head of hair. How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn't that what women are attracted to? Men don't have to be attractive. But that's not true. Especially these days. Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days. Why should I be made to feel I have to apologize for my existence? Maybe it's my brain chemistry. Maybe that's what's wrong with me. Bad chemistry. All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses. I need to get help for that. But I'll still be ugly though. Nothing's gonna change that.
His output ain't the most consistent in the world, but pretending like he's without merit is just being contrarian to the point of idiocy.
I never saw that version of Hamlet.
I wonder what happens to that guy at the supermarket.