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Boondock SaintsLauantai 11.03.2006 00:40

No you will receive us. We don't ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood 'til it rains down from the skies.

DO NOT KILL, DO NOT RAPE, DO NOT STEAL.

These are principles, which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain.

But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it.

And we will send you to whatever god you wish.

And shepherds we shall be, for thee my lord for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Näin unta kesästä kerran,
kuinka paistoi päivä Herran,
paistoi mulle, paistoi muille,
paistoi köyhänkin pihoille;
vihersi tuhannet virvet,
sinersi sataiset järvet,
iloitsi ihanat nummet,
tarinoivat metsän tammet,
puu puheli, kukka kuuli, -
köyhä sen todeksi luuli.

Luuli tullehen kesänsä,
aukaisi povensa auki,
suven hellän hellitellä,
ilman lintujen iloita -
vingahti vihainen tuuli,
ulvahti salolla hukka,
taivas viskoi talven lunta,
kylä kylmiä sanoja.

En ma kerran sen perästä
ole nähnyt kesästä unta.


Löysin taas Eino Leinon. <3

Jack Kerouac: On the RoadPerjantai 18.11.2005 20:22

But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies,
and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn,
burn,
burn,
burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!".


Huikean pitkä ja kaunis lause.

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