Maybe if I was a hunchback, it'd be cool. Ringing that bell, kipnapping Gypsy girls ..being pre-verbal ..pouring hot burning oil on French mobs ..yeah ..count me in ...I mean the dude had a good hair line too ..no need even to comb that bad boy. The tongue lolling out of the mouth was a little strange ..plus dragging the foot was a bit conspicuous ..other than that he was alright ...with maybe the hygiene being a bit off ..come to think of it -wasn't there a strange eye ...looking in the opposite direction of the other eye..right on . ..Quasimoto
Professor Irwin Corey
Once I was a soldier And I fought on foreign sands for you Once I was a hunter And I brought home fresh meat for you Once I was a lover And I searched behind your eyes for you And soon there’ll be another To tell you I was just a lieAnd sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you remember meAnd though you have forgotten All of our rubbish dreams I find myself searching Through the ashes of our ruins For the days when we smiled And the hours that ran wild With the magic of our eyes And the silence of our wordsAnd sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you remember me- Tim Buckley
Pretty Baby, Doctor Strangelove, Women in Love, Lolita - the one with James Mason, Eyes Wide Shut, ...all of Stanley Kubrik's films, Dead Calm - most of Nicole Kidman's films minus the comedy's. Woody Allen's early movies, The Crush, Blazing Saddles, The Producers, Kill Bill, 13, Broken Flowers, Blame it on Rio, Young Frankenstein.
Married with Children, The Simpson's, 24, The Medium, Amos 'n' Andy, Love that Bob, Doby Gillis, Seinfeld, Friends, SNL.
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Johnny Yuma was a rebel, he rode through the West.