Memories.

Furniture.

So long, gay boys.

The Hangover - 5/10. Douchebags.

It's in this light.

Away We Go - 7/10. On the edges of the movie, it's annoying, stilted, and intentional, but the further it goes, the less it needs to impress upon you how funny it thinks it is. It's got an honest center that makes me want to forgive a good portion of what I saw.

Swing from the rafters, shouting those songs.

Gone unsung for far too long.

This tornado loves you.

My love, I am the speed of sound --
I left them motherless, fatherless.
Their souls, they hang inside-out from their mouths,
but it's never enough:

I want you.

I could love you real good.

Yes, like no other would.

There is hopeful symbolism in the fact

that flags do not wave in a vacuum.

I can't explain to you what red is without having seen it.

But I can make you want to see red.

Never makes a song

that feels anything less than the world to them.

Smells like the future.

Street Fight - 8.5/10. A soft spot for decent people up against indecent people. I hate to use the word, but inspiring, and serves as a nice reminder that you don't have to change anything about you in order to succeed.

You only like it

because you recognize it.

You tell american kids how beautiful democracy is and you've got to ask yourself the question,

if democracy is so damn good, why we got to go all over the world trying to ram it down people's throat with a gun.

'Cause it all comes out wrong,

unless I put it in a song.

Someone said it could be good,

but no one would own up to having said it.

Everything

out of context.