Daaaancing, dancing, and more dancing; belly dancing, vampyres, mother nature, traveling anywhere, conversation, reading, eating, passionate kissing, witches, twilight, moon watching, violins, photography, planting gardens, and nite clubbing.
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anything with violins or accordian, but generally: gothic, arabic, dark melancholy music and eddie vedder's sweet poetry
into the wild, bram stoker's dracula, v for vendettta, citizen cane, dead man, lost highway, the crow I, natural born killers, the lord of the rings trilogy, fargo, bowling for columbine, the corporation, the man who cried, seven, 12 monkeys, the ring I, frida
lord of the rings by tolkien, narcissus and goldmund by herman hesse, blood and gold by rice, seven gothic tales by dinesen, the road to the sundance by twofeathers, and at the mountains of madness by lovecraft, in fact, anything by lovecraft anything by Noam Chomsky, everything by Kafka and my most favourite poem is by Margarot Atwood...just scratching the surface
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind...And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded with patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader, and gladly so. How do I know? For this is what I have done. I am Caesar.(hee.hee. just kidding)