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Pause.

Here are the thoughts of water. And then the wind.

Up to dissolve.

Solo. I want to be that gull.

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"It only remains yet to respond to a question that, inevitably, is made by each listener or reader when he discusses the regularity of our facilities under the arrangement: "But did you know this in advance ? You had planned this in advance ? Did you planned everything in advance ? ".

A similar question usually betrays complete ignorance of those who puts it about the practical arrangements of the creative process.

is completely wrong to think that, once the script - more or less "iron" that is - it is also concluded, with a meticulous pre-determination, all the creative process and the discovery of its rigorous compositional formulas.

Things are not so or, at best, are only very partially so. Especially when the game is in a building of such "symphonic" in which the pieces are related to the dynamic relationships suggested by the articulation of a broad theme of emotional needs and not on the basis of pure or pure narrative verisimilitude.

But the creative process is closely connected with another fact, namely the fact that during the work are never formulated those "how" and those "why" which in turn determine the selection of the "matches" and rhythms. While working an appropriate choice does not arise from a never logical evaluation, but was born [...] cedure.

can not build an idea of \u200b\u200bintellectual deductions, expressed in the framing and compositional processes.

Involuntarily People tend to think of Oscar Wilde who said that in the artist's ideas are not born "naked" but on the contrary, already dressed in marble, colors and sounds.

think the artist directly at manipulating his tools and materials. His thinking is converted into direct action, made not by a formula but by a form. (I please forgive this pun, but it expresses tremendously well the mutual relationship of all three elements).

course, even in this "spontaneity" the necessary regularity, the basis and rationale of this own and not another provision, through the filter of consciousness (sometimes happens even to be made to loud), but the consciousness not committed in the 'explanation' (doskazyvanie) of these reasons, it is exclusively the building itself. pleasure to decipher these "foundations" is part of the subsequent analytical work that is done sometimes many years after the "fever" of the 'Act' creative act when Wagner was referring to the height of his creativity, after refusing to cooperate in a theoretical journal founded by his friends wrote: "When you act there is nothing to explain" .

But why the fruits of the 'Act' creative are less stringent and regular, as we have tried to show with our study of the materials assembled. "

by SM Eisenstein, Vertical mounting

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The man who will

Martina does not speak due to trauma. She has a brother who died between arms, and that feeling has led to the terrible silence. Despite this, do not miss a detail of everything he sees. Martina is curious and intelligent. Point one: the sense of death is not the word. The word is culture. The death of the war wipes out culture.

Martina is going to be born a new baby brother. The day when the baby is born, is the day when Nazi dall'eccidio Sonnenberg is upset. That's what I especially remember our history in the name of Marzabotto. The Nazis killed anyone, without mercy. Women, men, children and elderly. Martina is one of them. But Martina - lost his mother, grandmother, grandfather, father and uncles - has a far more important tasks to be pursued: to save his little brother. Rather, finally giving life to her little brother. He does so with a delicacy disconcerting. Heartbreaking, but never in excess. Rises from a pile of corpses and ran to the boy, who one day soon, he hides it, the nurses, the vigil. When Martina is holding her little brother, once again, a little brother alive, finally opens his mouth and sings. Sings a lullaby. Second point: the way of life restores the word. The word is culture. The culture used to defeat death of mechanized war.

The man who will film is a delicate and lyrical. Silent. From the beautiful photography. From the direction that captures every detail because it is the director of the eyes of a child.

The man who is actually a boy, a boy, a child unaware of the terror and pain around him. The woman, who was and that is, is the critical step from one generation to another. It's that he has seen and that has to teach, which must feed to the sound of life (and culture) who is after her.

Perhaps it is no coincidence that in this film we are talking about life , death, war , word. Ie of feminine nouns.

The man who will, despite the masculine noun "man", a film is extremely feminine. Men are almost a side dish. The men are those who kill and who are not devoted many sequences. Instead it always about women: the mother of Martina, the belly, which continues to work and sweat, the aunt of Martina, who knows the city, which was in Bologna and who dreams of a different future, and the other aunt Martin, grappling with the discovery of love, Martina's grandmother, who although older work and effort as the daughters. The teacher and catechist Martina, always close to you, your injury and the locals. And then there Martina. Through these women pass the care of family, home, the care of war wounds of men, the meticulous preparation of food, it is women who bear the oppression of the Nazis, they say the lies that hide the partisans. The same Martina takes care of his grandfather in bed, the cure, the feeds, the company makes.

The man who will come and see the world not only through the eyes of a child, but also through the eyes of a woman. The man who will tell us of little men and little women, men and women come in spite of their simple story. Here: History. Feminine noun. Martina is the only survivor. The only one who can tell and actually make history. Without a story with words, the story does not exist. The final song becomes emblematic. One way to look after his little brother, a way to narrate the events. It is the force that can give Martina all'inenarrabile word.

The man who will have the great merit of showing us the events transforming them into art, without lapsing into mere reality or empty rhetoric. The meaning is a story that is charged with a delicate lyricism that mutes. Yes, dumbfounded.

The reaction of the viewer at the end of the film is to remain silent in the face of the wound and in this poem. A wound in Italian history that becomes poetry. Almost intent cathartic, not too far from that tragedy makes us immediately present. We men and women of today are the man who would come and that he should understand the teachings of men and women who have been.

Martina (without exaggeration one of the best characters of the entire Italian cinema) is always there, present with his mother's moving direction. Martina is the mother because, against the war, he chose life. Her femininity, of course, no way reduces the woman's body as a woman in labor. His being a mother is beyond that. First, a head work and observation. With his eyes Martina has chosen poetry. With his singing has given rise to a story.

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That title! What sublimity ....
This post will be a little 'sewer, not the day, several days passed ....


I have no need of anyone and anything outside of myself.
But no, because if the solitude does not scare me, boring. I get bored, my boring person.
enough so I would not be a bear to be around for more than two hours, unless it is the cat, cats, of some animals.
'm a goddamn impatient. It does not bother me if the thing (how could it?), But the billions of reasons that this I dislike the trigger ...
I can satisfy my life with me only because this world does not contemplate it.
I can cram my belongings in a bag and leave for somewhere in the world-famous because of who knows where we need to get with the money that you sweat. And you can not live in a shit hut with your puny garden because there are laws to be respected. I do not want to live to win! I do not want to waste a bit of my own existence for the job, for NOTHING!
I stand idly by, thinking, for some 'time, and we would define "nothing." I am in this "anything" I have learned and understood more things throughout my life ... but you're not so useful.

"Being a good man always seemed a horrible thing" CB

Yes, if that implies that to be useful in the common meaning is not living for themselves.
But this clashes with the very moral or social climber bigoted people.
And now these two great faculties perfectly embodies the grandmother, the supreme spaccamaronesimo able to reach my first of a fatal reaction. A spring that lately I
triggers the nerve is "do something - I can not see that you do nothing - you pedendo time, you lose time to work - you have to work by young otherwise the pension is not never take it (= Schiatti first) - listen to me "... OH-MY-fucking-GOD! This
I do not soppporto. Totally puts me in a bad mood, I ruined the day, it's horrid odious and abhorrent to the presumption of truth and have the right to reside in, is horrible and petty prejudices projecting expectations on others and blame for the failure. E 'disgustingly vile and hypocritical to erect their own selfishness on the choices of others, as if something that bothers you in another by force should be eradicated for the simple reason that you will not do. The other function in its ... but where does it exist? We du
on parallel universes and as such will never meet. That tells me not to waste time when there is no time for me more, that tells me I am wasting my talent and that if I wanted I could go here and there when I do not care to get nowhere, and I want to put my talent into my life and not at the service of others.

In my cauldron simmering anger over low heat, and even the computer I write hits, I do not see the bumps on my writing what I write ....
and neurosis marching forward when I hear "chomp chomp chomp", or who licks his fingers!
And these damn days I deeply hated that damn Maurice de Rothschild has bought a lot of beautiful paintings including Boldini that of Marchesa Luisa Casati, which I love and I can never see it live! Because of him! Fuck them, their famous dances and their famous money! And I hate all those steeped
of prejudices and pre-packaged, those who do not understand sarcasm because they feel wronged and who looks at me in the street with eyes full of innuendo .... Spat in his face but no, I can, I contain, god that effort!
Or who steals my ideas, damn, that is. There are too many non
, too much hatred, too much 'cause in this post / o.

to a recipient unknown, non-existent, ideal and I feel better, carry an extract of a letter from dear C. Baudelaire

AH! You are happy, sir. What! "If you told me: I am virtuous, I would understand that this implies I suffer less of another. But no, you are happy. Then you settle easily? I pity you and I consider my bad mood more refined your bliss-

'll come to wonder if all events of this land will suffice. What! Have not you ever wanted to leave, if only to change the show! I have some very serious reasons to pity those who do not love death.

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'S WHO?

Inside a house-shaped underground cave, with entry open to light and as wide as the width of the cave, men think they see that you are in the very from childhood, chained his legs and neck, by having to stand still and you can see only forward, unable, because of the chain, to turn around the head. High and far behind them shines the light of a fire and between the fire and the prisoners raised a road race. Along this thought to see a low wall built, like the screen that the puppeteers put in front of people to show on top of them puppets. - I see, he said. - Imagine seeing men carrying objects along the low wall projecting from the edge of every kind, and statues and other figures of stone and wood, in whatever way you work, and, as is natural, some bearers talking, others silent. - A strange image is yours, he said, and those are strange prisoners. - They look like us, I said, you believe that these people can see, first of himself and comrades, nothing but the shadows cast by the fire on the wall of the cave that is in front of them? - And how can she replied, if they are forced to keep his head immobile for life? - And for the items carried is not the same? - Definitely. - If the prisoners could talk each other, do not you think they would think of calling their visions real objects? - Naturally. - And even if the prison had an echo from the opposite wall? Every time one of the loops did hear his voice, believe that the courts other than those passing shadow? - I do not, by Zeus! Said. - For those people short, I said, the truth can not be more the shadows of artificial objects. - Of course, he admitted. - Examine now resumed, as they could melt the chains and heal from unconsciousness. Admit that happen to their naturally a case like this, that one was loose, suddenly forced to stand, turn around in his head, to walk and raise our eyes to the light, and that by so doing he felt pain and the glare made him unable to see those items which first saw the shadows. What do you think would respond if that was said, that first saw emptiness devoid of meaning, but now, being closer to what it is and being directed toward objects that have to be more, can see better? and if, showing each objects that pass, you ask him and it forced him to answer what is? Do not you think that would be doubtful and judge more real the things he saw before those that were shown now? - Sure, he said.
And if you forced it to look the same light, hear no evil and do not run away, turning his eyes towards the objects that may support the view? and do not really judge them more clear than those that were shown? - And so, he said. - If you then went on, drag it out of there by force, up to the rough and steep ascent, and did not leave until I had taken in the light of the sun, it does not suffer and not irritated by be drawn? And, come to light, being dazzled his eyes, could not even see one of those things that are now true. - It could not, of course, said at least warning. - Should, I think, get used to if he wants to see the world better. And before observed, very easily, shadows, and then the images of humans and other objects in their reflections in the water, and then the objects themselves, and from these then, turning to look in the light of the stars and moon, may consider night of celestial bodies and the sky itself more easily than during the day, the sun and the sunlight. - Why not? - In the end, I think, may observe and contemplate what is really the sun, not its image, or other surface waters, but the sun itself, in the region that is proper. - For strength, he said. - After that, speaking of the sun, it may already conclude that it is to produce the seasons and years and govern all things of the visible world, and to be involved, somehow, all that he and his companions saw. - It is clear, said that with similar experiences so conclude. - Remember his first home and the wisdom of those who had there and his fellow prisoners, do not you think that would feel happy with the change and pity them? - Sure. - As for the honors and accolades that eventually then exchanged, and the first reserved for those who were most keen to observe objects passing and remember more than they used to pull out first and then together, because the success guessing, believe them ambirebbe and envy those among the prisoners they honor and power? or who would be in the condition called by Homer and would prefer to "serve others to wage a peasant, a man is without substance," and suffer all rather than have those opinions and to live that way? - So I think I said, agree to suffer all rather than live that way. - Think now about this other point, I said. If our man ridiscendesse and he would recover to sit on the same seat, would not have his eyes full of darkness, coming suddenly from the sun? - Yes, of course, he said. - And if you were to discern the shadows again and contend with those who have remained prisoners in the period in which the blurred vision, before the eyes return to normal? and if this period in which builds the habit was rather long? Then he would not be the subject of rice? and you would not think of him rising from his back with his eyes ruined and that is not even worth groped to go on? And who would take to dissolve and carry on those prisoners, maybe not the kill, if they could have it in your hands and kill him? - Of course, he said.

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But how are beautifully crazy sometimes, in their manner of dress, fashion journalists and editors? They have an awareness and personal taste totally absent in the trivial fashionistas.
Knowledge the creative process, citations and the value of a dress evocatvo needed to do what they do, it is clear, the door to escape completely from shepherd rampant. Knowledge is always the best weapon.

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Assassin's Creed Brotherhood

The fictional universe of Assassin's Creed is proving increasingly for its particularity. Sa create a network of stories that intertwine with each other and do not leave any open space - both temporal and conceptual - in macro-history. We can define the narrative structure of this game as an extension in depth and vertical rather than horizontal to the surface.

On November 18, 2010 was released Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, which is the third installment of the continuing saga but the second. In this act, the curtain falls on the exploits of Ezio Auditore from Florence that defeats the Borgia family. Assassin's Creed II ended in the crypt of the Vatican: Ezio had magnanimously decided to leave in life, Alexander VI had taken possession of the Apple of Eden and had a dialogue with gods, Minerva, opening a complex scenario and branched. The Brotherhood starts exactly in the crypt of the Vatican. Ezio escapes and goes to his villa in Monteriggioni. Has the Apple of Eden and meets with murderers and allies: his uncle Mario Auditore, his sister and his mother, Caterina Sforza and Machiavelli.

However, the authors of the game, having blended historical fact with fiction, must deal with another important character: Cesare Borgia, the Valentino . It is he who, at the beginning of the game, Monteriggioni attacks, destroys, kidnaps Catherine, seriously injures and kills Mario Ezio. Ezio loses consciousness and wakes up on his horse in Rome. Has nothing, neither money, nor weapons, nor to sell health, but must rebuild everything and must defeat the enemies.

Rome is a corrupt city and its people is oppressed by a family that controls everything from the Vatican. Ezio start to undermine the security of the Borgia from the bottom up, releasing the first parts of Rome occupied by their captains, then restoring and enriching the city and the people and then recruit to his cause, the common people.

Thus was born the Brotherhood. Ezio, Tiberina Island, creates his own den, which manages its twelve Assassins, trains them, sends them on missions, using the friendships of courtesans, thieves and mercenaries, and with this large group of allies and followers, step by step destroys the castle of the Borgia, to defeat the Valentine in the historic battle of Viana.

In the game itself would shortly. But inevitably extends to become infinite.

As I said, with the Brotherhood you have the clear perception that the fictional universe of Assassin's Creed is developed in depth. It is preferred to the diachrony of a normal sync history. The game lasts ten hours. But times are considerably longer, since, in addition to the primary story line: you have to explore all the dens of the followers of Romulus, in order to find the key that allows access to the armature of Brutus, Murderess which killed before its time Julius Caesar, you must leave the zone of influence of the Borgias, they must restore all of Rome, you must defeat all the Templars agents (men and women that Cesare Borgia spread here and there in Rome), must participate in the missions of thieves and courtesans , you must explore the places Templars, you must destroy the war machines that Leonardo has built for the Borgias, they must explore the memories of Cristina, you live the Copernican question and save all the scientists and artists of the time, are recruited and train assassins, you meet and overcome the challenges of the guild (guild of assassins, the courtesans, thieves and mercenaries) you retrieve the feathers of Petruchio and the flags of the Borgias, they must overcome the challenges merchant to buy more items from the blacksmith, the doctor, the tailor and the art dealer.

All that makes the events of the game will not occur in time sequence, but always contemporary. It creates a kind of absurd fascinating time, then that is the absurd time Animus: The ability to be both present and past, of being in a place but also in another.

In fact, in 2012, Desmond Miles, a descendant of Altair and Ezio, continues to make its own investigations. Desmond has now developed all the skills that have genetically Assassins and is located in Monteriggioni, in the half-ruined villa Hearing officer, to escape the Templars dell'Abstergo who seek him, because only by analyzing their memories can find out where he hid the Ezio Apple. In Monteriggioni Desmond must explore the land and recover the lost objects of his ancestor. At the end of the game, will come to Rome to retrieve the apple of Eden. But Apple will take him to do what you do not expect: the driving up to kill his friend (and maybe something more) Lucy. In addition, the writing credits, you hear three voices, hitherto unheard, that dialogue. These voices are hardly mentioned during the exploration of the glyphs in the Subject 16, with which you can rebuild another video and another piece of this gigantic puzzle.

addition to the single player mode (the story of Ezio) there is the multiplayer. This mode is only available online and takes the player on the other side of the coin. You can only choose agents Templars, a battle between the Templars and is Templar. Each agent has a Templar history. Some of these are developed in single player mode, but the knights who Ezio kills six agents are just some of those who may be chosen for the game online. Apparently there is no trace of the other or do not talk in detail.

But no.

In conjunction with the Brotherhood, the Ubisoft has released the Facebook social network game Assassin's Creed Legacy Project. It is an intricate universe of play, which is to address the needs of action points that allow you to go forward in the history and experience, money, items of manufacture or obtain and allies. The Legacy Project is divided into three areas: Wars of Italy, Rome and holidays.

it is assumed that the underground war between the Templars and the Assassins has always existed and continues to quietly influence history. In the first chapter of Rome, All the stories are addressed outstanding staff Templars of Brotherhood. Through the eyes of Fiora Cavazza, courtesan to the first service of the Templars and later passed on the side of the Assassins, we know all the characters and stories of other agents. Life and death, especially the Knights Templar is described in detail and find yourself short to live in and read a story particularly compelling. In Italy we are talking about the Wars of Assassins prior and contemporaneous Ezio: Bartolomeo d'Alviano, Mario Auditore, Ezio uncle, Francesco Vecellio and Perotto Calderon. This has historically been the messenger of Cesare Borgia and Lucrezia's lover. In the fiction of the game, Perotto is that makes a Murderess double play with Caesar, but not with Lucrezia, he loved deeply and mother of his son.

Just for Lucrezia and her child will get Perotto against the order of the Assassins and was killed at the hands of his pupil Francesco Vecellio. After getting to know the story of Francis and Perotto, move back to Rome. Here, in the second chapter, we sense that the son is recruited by Francesco Perotto. And, in the third chapter, we learn how to Francesco Vecellio was trained by Ezio able to make a murderess.

By extending the story on multiple platforms, we know what we did in Ezio dead, giving an impressive veracity to the character and reality at the time he spent.

Emblematic in this respect are the memories of Christina. The question is Cristina Cristina Vespucci, the girl with whom, at the beginning of Assassin's Creed II, Ezio spent a night of love. After this brief appearance Cristina fades to return to Memories of Bortherhood. This is a fascinating question, since, once interacted with the Memory of Cristina, Ezio, while being in Rome in 1503, back in time and look back at all his love story. It starts from when the guy knows Cristina Florence and saves it from harassment by Vieri de 'Pazzi. You can see when and how Ezio has buried his father and brothers (just what I mentioned in Chapter Two). You can feel the enormous ambition that has always tied to Ezio Cristina: When the two split up, they exchange a trinket, vowing to stay together forever. However Ezio and Cristina are removed from the events and when he comes back looking for her, she's already betrothed to another man, Manfredo. Though jealous, Ezio accept their marriage, but he never forgets his beloved. In fact, Ezio found Cristina years later in Venice, but she rejects him, tired of a love so variable. The latest recall covers their history is excruciating. Ezio is found to defeat the Savonarola in Florence (Chapter extra Assassin's Creed you play a download from PlayStation Network) and here, the thugs of the Dominican, in retaliation, they take it with Manfredo and Cristina. Manfredo dies immediately. Ezio Cristina saves, but after a mutual declaration of love in extremis, she dies in his arms.

As I said in my previous post about Assassin's Creed, the charm of this game lies in parallel relationship Desmond / Animus and Player / Console. As Desmond needs a machine for living in diving events, so the player must use their platform to explore the game. The identification is almost total. Explore the life of the character, extend, deepen it, makes the player feel Ezio in all respects.

I think nothing short of shocking and brilliant the last action before the end credits. The Apple Desmond maneuver to force him to kill Lucy, although he obviously does not want. At that time we players, like Desmond, we are all focused to get away from Lucy, but the apple and the game we can not use our will and force us to act in their own way. As Desmond feels helpless and hopeless in the face when he is committing against his will, gamers so we feel helpless not being able to choose what we want. The overlap becomes total. It becomes Desmond without any deviation.

In fact, the subtle play of identification between the player and the player continues the Legacy Project: Animus imagine that the program is real and that the players are the real subjects which are examined genetic memories. Every so often, between a thing and another, the Abstergo sends some psychological questionnaires, testing the ability of the player (the player's true , not a mysterious protagonist of the game!), What he understood, and its fidelity to cause.

Reality and fantasy, the world of the screen and the world outside the screen become the same thing. It is likely the hallucination. Just as Desmond, who lives with her out Animus spectral hallucinations of a past time ever.

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If You Could ......

I never liked the good intentions, good intentions. I never liked the abstract intentions as a generic term.

I find it sterile plan something in advance, leaving little room for doubt to the surprise and change.

is no longer beautiful flowing waves raised by an unexpected wind?

The intentions have always been the taste of the "I". Maybe I'm wrong. But no.

-Program "proposals" something is abhorrent to me! Or do I do now or not. Not really. Sometimes this disease infects me too, but actually postponed, then wanders, then I rise from his post. For the sake of summary, then, is roughly correct to say that I do here and now or do not do. In short, do not do today what can be postponed until tomorrow. But tomorrow is always the next day. Then I stop to put off, I forget. And fuck the resolutions, especially the good ones. Yuck!

I'm not a real person, I live in the flow of ideas and you never put into practice what the fuck I think.

But the "if I could" I like it very much. Because it is unstable and escapes the reality ....

If I Could ..... THAT COULD I?

What I really want right now is to take away the huge jerks that populate the mo ndo Scroll down and make some obvious reaction to the right, or up to madness or to death, because if there's one thing this world will not cry, is the departure of idiots.

hate the ignorant, the goats, who follows the ideology of those who follow a personal search for Truth guru, following an idea contrived. But the worst thing is that the mere fact of trying something called Truth, is a thing called Absolute, called A, is the prerogative of a small percentage of people, that upsets me the idea for some, this path will not start, never will never considered, or worse even conceived. And the stupidity scares me, horrified me the blind materialism, repels me the only reason, the only logical thinking, why be limited by the Goddess Reason? I always feel like everyone, or nearly so, are reduced to:

Produce-consume-crack. End of story, end of the problem.

"I work because I need money, so the world can not help it; need to eat, dress, travel, pay for the contingencies of daily home and a means of transport. I build a family, I make brats but only if they have money to survive or else the cocks. Then take the pension because, what the hell, I worked all life, I've earned it! But I'm old bones will melt in the sun and not do more than thirty steps, but beautiful, no longer work! (That's nice I'd shoot in the balls for joy, eh? That is, YOU FIRED for happiness? What the fuck, fix!) OH! Yes, but I'm not an idiot, I have my neurons with books, going to movies, meeting new cultures! "

WOW, the top of life.

But let me laugh, is the idea of \u200b\u200bhighbrow cock according to which culture is a bibliophile, intelligence is also rhetorical and didactic knowledge, and knowledge ... knowledge? What the fuck is knowledge?

The desire to understand is alien, hello, hello.

Get the book that will become a better person, SU. Put yourself in the mind at peace, with a book that tries to suppress the emptiness and the poverty of your penny thought, and maybe even you can. And you see nothing beyond what they think is true. That shit. A life based on the presets that society imposes, comfortable along a road that only feeds the ego, a sterile way.

That damned ugly reality is this? I really seems to live in 1984 or in a less dramatic version of Brave New World. Happiness at low cost, no commitment. Artificial Intelligence.

And I often angry with myself because I yield to the prevailing thought for which you have to work, you MUST be a good citizen, you MUST be a member of society, you must stop breaking balls with a thousand questions a thousand doubts thousands of curiosities. MUST be recommended because your beliefs are false. You have to pretend not to see, and quiet that you know, everything else becomes unbearable .

NO.

Thoughts on Taxi Driver Fight Club and seize me.

If I could have blown up all the banks in the world, if I could I would blow up all the assholes who walk on this earth, too often rich powerful and influential.

I want to see FLY

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You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy

Vincent

Vincent Malloy is a good boy,

seven years and is very perbenino,

for his age was very rare under

but wants to look like Vincent Price.

He a cat, a dog and a sister

but only to a life more beautiful.

In horrid caves, the better to dream,

would like to live with reptiles and mice.

would live with their incredible horrors

prey feeling of icy sweat,

would wander in darkness dark

braving dangers without fear.

With wide smiles welcomes Aunt

would never let her go,

imagines, with great pleasure,

to make a statue for the museum waxes.

Torture every day his dog Abercrombie

hoping to draw a horrible zombie

with which to wander in the fog

to then massacre of unsuspecting victims.

not only wants incuter fear

also loves reading and painting.

Pinocchio and fairies, however, does not read,

he loves only the tales of Poe.

One night, reading the faint light

made a start to a story is grim,

his young wife that he loved so much

lay still alive in his coffin.

With mad rush began to dig,

wanted to dispel doubt that horrid,

but what was digging, he discovers that

the bedding was just that he loved Mama.

found himself locked in your room

of being imprisoned and imagined,

only comfort in so much pain

was the portrait of his great love.

While languishing, distressed and destroyed

the mother came and caught him in the act,

said, "if you want you can go play

it's sunny outside, you have to play ".

tried to speak but he lacked the breath

the sad prison had weakened,

wrote: "I am the victim of a spell,

from this tower will never go away."

She replied, "but that prisoner

head away from this silly thought

're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy,

you even understand it? sooner or later

are neither tormented or insane,

life you have not even mentioned,

're just a child of seven years

go to have fun and leave the worries. "

The mother left the room calmed

Vincent and destroyed the mur leaned,

that was when everything started to shake

and is carried away from the madness.

Abercrombie heard his dog barking

heard his wife call from beyond the grave

horrible things she asked

and skeletal hands reached out.

The horror of his exploded in deafening laughter

which quickly became a bloodcurdling scream,

prey to madness at the door came

but there dead, slumped to the ground.

With feeble voice the boy quoted

the words of the raven of Edgar Allan Poe:

"My soul from out that shadow over there

Shall be lifted nevermore,

never again ... never again. "

F*cku - Brent Everett

UFFAAAAAAAAAAA (boredom cubed)

Brown and Turquoise pale!

N'est incredible pas?

Yes .. It is

Now I can say COLORS (Tiziano you're turning in his grave, right?)

God that sucks, but how long is that I do not put hand on a useless rag?

ugly beast the lack of inspiration, the feeling of nothingness that is rampant.

Total creative vacuum ...

At 4 am I do not know what to do .. what the fuck you at four? Who wants to sleep? Those who suffer from non-insomnia?

If you do not know what the hell to do, faffing around.

I can not go to bed because my bed is completely undone, blankets exploded, trudging in every direction .... indipercui if you do not want to sleep in a semblance of a gypsy camp I have to do it again. UH-UH-UH, the praiseworthy epoch in which the bed was remade is ancient history!

that essential problems, annoyances and hassles reserve this wretched existence, sigh.

And I can not read a damn book because the lights have committed suicide. (RIP) So I can not do anything that includes the use of a light source

... To survive the night in a makeshift camp, fuck the fruitless nights

Can I Use My Blackberry On A Prepaid Vodafone

THE EVIL HAS increasingly

theory to refer primarily but not exclusively to
FILM

WHY 'I designed and dressed better than the bad always good? What kind of meaning is, pardon? That the wicked are aesthetes? That we should not trust in appearances?

But that 'I sympathize EVER FOR THEM!

Why, again speaking on average, have more charm, more style, more intelligence, and end evil only because of the fucking ruling .... HAPPY ENDING assholes and I know the end of the Han ago by assholes ....

In short, there is always a cliché to be met, it would seem, according to which "category" vesirsi aforementioned is usual in black, elegant, dark vague taste.

There was just reflecting on and see what you discover, although wikipedia under "Bad" has a section on physical stereotypes of the above.

Carryover:

The physical attributes of the poor depend on the culture and time, and often constitute a transposition of the injury at the time of that culture, which is a racial prejudice, political, religious or otherwise. Just as the hero is often a comparison of the prevailing beauty standard, poor often have some physical deformity, suggesting a mind equally deformed (in the case of Shakespeare's Richard III with its hump or dell'orrorifico Freddy Kruger) or a rough and violent past (in the case of Peter Pan's Captain Hook or Long John Silver from Treasure Island).

Sometimes it can even be just a simple violation of the prevailing fashion to label this as the villain of the story. Often the villain is dressed impeccably, but in a style that deviates somewhat from the norm, sometimes only to be too perfect (like the mafia in a very expensive full, or the knight in armor decorated too).

the era before sound films, the villains had to appear already "visually" very sinister, and thus the appearance of the villain stereotypes were born different. Parodies of well-known archetype of this kind are the characters of Rocky and Bullwinkle badenova Boris, Natasha Fatale and Snidely Whiplash, as well as the character of Dick Dastardly Hanna-Barbera.

These stereotypes include the black clothing (often formal capes, cylinders, etc..) Mustache, a characterization of "sharp" and an expression Facial "manic." With the advent of radio and sound cinema was then added to the usual "evil laugh" and a contemptuous voice or slimy.

In bad evil is often reflected in physical ugliness, as in the case of Mr. Hyde, but it is not always the case. There is also the stereotype of the evil that looks attractive to the hero to his features, but his personality and his attitude betrays an evil nature. However, the cold beauty hides an arrogant sense of superiority and intolerance of the so-called "inferior." From bad blond with blue eyes has recently been constructed out of a bizarre stereotype, the evil albino, a bad including a number of features usually associated all'albinismo (pale skin, platinum blonde hair, blue eyes or red), but that does not necessarily come in this condition.

This explains my inclination to sympathize with them. Analogy. Correspondence. Similarity.

Even if I find the obvious choice of black for the poor, it is often a necessity dictated by the attitude of the character itself, which moves in the shadows, who loves the night and blends into it, and then if the clothing is mirror of the soul, a soul black also means ...... (Dot dot dot)
What is the difficulty to understand elegance. Because the bad is often elegant? In the film "Black Cat White Cat" by Emir Kusturica a character describes another with the words "as elegant as a vampire" ... indeed!

Okay 'MI APPLY' IN STUDYING THE ANTHROPOLOGY,
these questions unanswered because I am anxious.

If any pilgrim wants to help me, please, for me the puzzle is soluble, but in unknown solution.

Just six types at random (okay, my favorites ...)

Gary Oldman - Dracula

Heath Ledger - The Joker

Johnny Depp - Sweeney Todd

David Bowie - Jareth

Lee Van Cleef - I really do not know what movie ... erm ...

Michael Wincott - Top Dollar

ALL in jacket, shirt and vest! Apart from the three that were removed, the jacket (but had OH, YES)

So much for the bad, the male-female wickedness is found mostly in fairy tales and comic books, it is very rare to find in film with some semblance of reality ... rather than bad, women are portrayed as psychopathic or just a little bit shit.

There is a famous American production house which now forms just shit ... ago ... even film, but only the first cartoon ... well, I do not remember his name, the house inhabited by topastri, ducks, princesses brain-damaged and too, too too stepmothers, throw them all into a bottomless pit. There is a gold reserve, inexhaustible bad. You can really draw on the hands of evil, cruel .... Grimilde ... There are bad
roles for women (there is an 'exception that proves the rule? ... A YES! Uuh, I will continue to think, maybe I can get to two) ...
Hegemony LADIES! Thanks Walt-Di - 'I'm fucking!

What Store Can You Buy Steep Techs?

STYLE COSTUMES! COSTUMES!

Now the search for perfection is legendary appearance in Tim Burton (it seems to me the only thing that has not lost), what still excites me in his film are the costumes. Yes, but the costumes are costumes and tailors them .... ok,
The couple is usual with Colleen Atwood, with the exceptions: they (and Charlie) the chocolate factory costume designer is Gabriella Pescucci. I like a lot and has also done the same school as me. It has always emotional closeness to those who have similar experiences to us ...
Beautiful jackets Willy Wonka, since I saw that movie in my little head has been developing the idea of \u200b\u200ba do with WW-inspired.

the whole wardrobe Willy Wonka

Willy Wonka & ... WHO 'Blast PIU' A Four-Lump oompah?

Willy Wonka & The Theatre is on fire affected

Willy Wonka and the skirmishes of psychopathy

Willy Wonka and their friends Sadistic

Willy Wonka and Gollum WITH CARRY

Willy Wonka & The Psychoanalytic AGOGNATISSIMA SESSION!

Willy Wonka and the depressive relapse

Willy Wonka & GLASSES AND THE JACKET OF MY DREAMS

Willy Wonka and AS was the first act

Tim-B has shamelessly copied from the former "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" when Gene Wilder is Willy (in a very hypocritical and politically correct is called a homage or tribute, not plagiarism ... tsk, fuck!) but at least the costumes paint a different character for the character. In the film del'71 purple violets and earth colors for eccentric personality, but outside the lines to her cheerfully, and in this mostly black and burgundy dress the Wonka sadistic and mentally unstable child of Johnny Depp.