T: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded the wooden ashes to create lye. This is lye, the crucial ingredient. Once it mixed with the melted fat of the bodies, the white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please?
N: What is this?
T: This is chemical burn.
N: [screams]
T: It will hurt more than you ever been burned and you will have a scar.
N: What are you doing? [voiceover: Guided meditation worked for cancer, it could work for this.]
T: Stay with the pain, don’t shut this out.
N: No! No! Oh God!
T: Look at your hand! The first soap was made from ashes of heros. Like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!
N: [voiceover: I tried not to think of the words “searing” or “flesh”.]
T: Stop it! This is your pain. This is your burning hand, it’s right here!
N: [voiceover: I’m going to my cave. I’m going to my cave! I’m gonna find my power animal…]
T: No! Don’t deal with it the way those dead people do! Come on!
N: I get the point! Okay!
T: No! What you’re feeling is premature enlightenment. It’s the greatest moment of your life, man. And you’re off somewhere else miserable!
N: I’m not!
T: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
N: I don’t know… I…
T: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you! He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you! This is not the worst thing that can happen.
N: It isn’t?
T: We don’t need him!
N: We don’t, I agree!
T: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
N: Okay! Give me some water!
T: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... Look at me! Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn.
N: Please, let me have it, please!
T: First, you have to give up. First, you have to know. Not fear, know that someday you're gonna die.
N: You don’t know how this feels!
T: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
N: Ok…
N: What is this?
T: This is chemical burn.
N: [screams]
T: It will hurt more than you ever been burned and you will have a scar.
N: What are you doing? [voiceover: Guided meditation worked for cancer, it could work for this.]
T: Stay with the pain, don’t shut this out.
N: No! No! Oh God!
T: Look at your hand! The first soap was made from ashes of heros. Like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!
N: [voiceover: I tried not to think of the words “searing” or “flesh”.]
T: Stop it! This is your pain. This is your burning hand, it’s right here!
N: [voiceover: I’m going to my cave. I’m going to my cave! I’m gonna find my power animal…]
T: No! Don’t deal with it the way those dead people do! Come on!
N: I get the point! Okay!
T: No! What you’re feeling is premature enlightenment. It’s the greatest moment of your life, man. And you’re off somewhere else miserable!
N: I’m not!
T: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
N: I don’t know… I…
T: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you! He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you! This is not the worst thing that can happen.
N: It isn’t?
T: We don’t need him!
N: We don’t, I agree!
T: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
N: Okay! Give me some water!
T: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... Look at me! Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn.
N: Please, let me have it, please!
T: First, you have to give up. First, you have to know. Not fear, know that someday you're gonna die.
N: You don’t know how this feels!
T: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
N: Ok…
T: Congratulations. You’re one step closer to hitting bottom.
I wanna start a fight.
I wanna start a fight.
22 Sociability:
"When there is nothing to lose, there is peace of the mind"
enquanto lia o teu post, nao consegui deixar de achar piada a esta sequencia de falas.
T:
N:
T:
T:
N:
T:
T:
N:
T:
BOOOOOOM
T: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
N: Ok…
T: Congratulations. You’re one step closer to hitting bottom.
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O script de «Reservoir Dogs» também é uma moca, quando falam sobre a Madonna! :)
Reservoir Dogs script.
Tenho saudades de trocar teclas contigo, tenho andado sem tempo e aborrecido com tudo!
Beijinho, fofinha.
amo fight club.
na verdade, amo o Edward Norton e qualquer filme em que ele apareça.
acho que o que disse no ultimo comentario do blog foi um dos mais lindos elogios que já recebi.
obrigada (:
nao li nada disto, não me vá spoilar mais. |:
eq háá anos que quero ver o Fight Club mas uma prima minha spoilou-me COMPLETAMENTE o final do filme. acho que nunca odiei tanto ninguém como a ela naquele momento xD
beijinho*
punch me first.
(não tenho saldo no coiso. nunca tenho. mas também não estava lá. )
Vim coçar a tua orelhinha... :)
Beijinhos.
"How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?" basicamente e' isto. mas gosto do filme por estas partes de esquizofrenia e queimar as mãos com acido enquanto o amigo imaginario segura firmemente a mao sem a largar, ignorando os teus espasmos de dor. ainda por cima a cada era medonha.
casa* odeio o meu teclado caralho
Bichinha, ando com muito trabalho e ainda estou a escrever 3 artigos, um é para o forum do monárquicos, e ainda tou a acabar o meu livro, que queria ver se era publicado ainda este ano. Depois ofereço-te um com uma «assassinatura»... ;)
Beijinho, nem tenho ligado a máquina de teclar, ou quando ligo é muito tarde e já só estão as putas do costume.
* Coçadinha boa.
eu quero começar uma luta também.
tem uma lista de pessoas que eu quero quebrar a cara. rs
beijo.
óuda-se fait clube é o coração
olá.:)
me desafiaram, eu topei. agora é contigo.
postar uma frase com até 6 palavras que dizem tudo sobre você.
se quiser pode colcoar uma imagem. tem que colocar o link da pessoa que te desafiou e indicar cinco pessoas.
esteja bem.
beijo.
obrigada, Tati. seria um prazer e um gosto enorme escrever a tua vida, acredita.
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Não és nada, és um docinho e eu gosto muito de ti.
Já postavas qualquer coisita!
Beijinho e coçadinhas nas orelhas... :)=
:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
o klatuu é um fofo* **
Apaga mas é essa merda aí em cima... Essa criatura cretina é um gajo, bem estúpido, por sinal.
Como está a minha amiguinha? As férias estão a ser boas?
Beijinho.
e não voltas mais?
bisous
Did somebody agree to marry you and you disappeared? :p
Beijo meu,
A Elite
Abandonaste o bloguito?
Tás melhor?
Beijinho.
Gosto de te ler, se bem que às vezes a minha incapacidade para compreender os problemas do Olimpo remetem-me para a ignorância , pura e crua
beijo
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