I plan to have a whole army by the time that I'm through

to load they guns with songs they haven't sung.

If you dare to share your heart,

we'll nod our head to its beat.

But you taught me how to dream

and so I also thank you.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

Independent pornography.

Snow Falling on Peters.

Shirtless werewolves

hate sexy vampires.

Honey,

I like the way you talk.

Well,

I'll be.

They don't own us.

They bought and sold us.

With everyone on board,

we can only sink faster.

Oh, lie:

I thought you were golden.

I don't know

what anything's supposed to be.

Salvation or shame.

With fuck all in between.

Rock

for sustainable capitalism.

Fucking

goof.

It's not enough to say 'I love you'

because you don't know what it means.

It's not enough to like it.

You must like it for the right reasons.

And love,

natürlich.

If we ain't in love,

then we fucking.

Here I stand,

protesting infinity.

She

doesn't belong to you.

My people,

let pharoah go.

Money don't grow on trees.

But for paper, people change colors like leaves.

Man,

shine.

A subtle sense

of the fitness of things.

Man.

I keep farting.

The internet

provides self-awareness.

Good captain,

what say the seas.

As long as you don't know no better,

I won't push the issue.

I'm still as stupid as anyone,

but I know my mistakes.

The outline to

a complicated dream of dignity.

Here comes a candle

to light you to bed;
here comes a chopper
to chop off your head.

It contains pop culture references.

Monsters Vs. Aliens 3-D - 5/10. It's not funny, so people say it in a funny voice. Manages to turn a novel conceit into some 3-D self-empowerment shit.

This guy.

This fuckin' guy.

Waiting to be forgotten.

Adventureland - 6.5/10. Nothing seems to happen naturally.

Dead in the hull, tied to the wheel.

Nosferatu (1922) - 3/10. Far too familiar. One boring fucking icon.

And I buried my heart. And I buried my heart.

The Count Of Monte Cristo (1934) - 6.5/10. Oh, movies. Robert Donat plays his Dantes with such nonchalance and underlying glee that he hardly seems to care that he's been wronged. So he'll have to excuse me if I don't either.

Nothing on the front lines, sir.

The enemy seems to be celebrating... Christmas...

Created this in others,

but could not believe it in himself.

You ain't never seen Doctor Martin Luther King

with no messy jheri-curl in his hair.

She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry.

She no longer needs you.

We made a deal in the car:

You stay angry, I'll feel nothing at all.

Just when you're about to learn to smile again,

I'm going to be the one to teach you how to cry.

I've got

other people's memories.