I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge

I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive

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I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him. - Yoko Ono

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Rock and Roll is a prostitute, it should be tarted up.

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Mr. Bob-san, you are relaxing in your study. On the table is a bottle of Suntory whiskey. Got it? Look slowly, with feeling, at the camera, and say it gently - say it as if you were speaking to an old friend. Just like Bogie in Casablanca, “Here’s looking at you, kid.”

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The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.

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“And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue-liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their inescapable social destiny.”

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We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

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[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air]
Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don’t touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!

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I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me. I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Your father’s gone, you’re gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I’m lonely. I’m old.

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euphoricingenue:

“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ 
You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.”

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Eddie, is an ex-delivery boy, partial brain donor to Rocky, and Columbia’s lover, who rides out of a deep freeze on a motorcycle. In a jealous rage, Frank corners him and kills him with an ice axe.

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She’s a predator posing as a house pet.

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The morning after the party, Andrew proceeds to the appointment. In the waiting room, he meets a girl named Sam, who is a pathological liar. She later explains that most times she does not know why she lies and will always admit to them afterward.

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The earth without art is just eh.

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O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
 

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