30Mar10

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
The doctors managed to reset her jaw more or less. Saved one of her eyes. His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now.
Yeah, I may’ve… no I read about her in the newspaper. Um, Mrs. Lippman had a son though, maybe he could help you. I got his card in here someplace. Do you wanna come in while I look for it?
Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.
Tell me his name, Doctor.
Tell me his name!
Tell me his name, Doctor!
I am going to show you why we insist on such precautions. On the evening of July 8th, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse leaned over him, he did this to her.
No. No, you ate yours.
Get a hold of him more and feel his hand son, talk to him.
Oh my, does he hate us. Thinks I’m his nemesis.
A pretty young woman to turn him on. I don’t believe Lecter’s even seen a woman in eight years. And oh, are you ever his taste. So to speak.
Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper – no pencils or pens. No staples or paperclips in his paper. Use the sliding food carrier, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. Do you understand me?
Better known to his friends as the Death’s-head moth.
Starling! Starling! Crawford wants to see you in his office.
Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our Billy wasn’t born a criminal, Clarice. He was made one through years of systematic abuse. Billy hates his own identity, you see, and he thinks that makes him a transsexual. But his pathology is a thousand times more savage and more terrifying.


30Mar10

THE IRONY!


23Mar10

nope.

03Feb10

¿punoɹƃ ǝɥʇ uo ǝq ɹǝʌǝ ʇǝǝɟ ʎɯ ןןıʍ


25Jan10

YOUR ATTITUDE’S BECOME A BORE,

AND I’M SO TIRED, I CAN’T EVEN CRY


13Jan10

“You are an incubus. A hell-spawned incubus.”
“Only a male can be an incubus, if anything, I’m a succubus.”
“Yeah, you got the ‘suck’ part right.”


02Jan10

YOU KNOW HOW COLD IT IS HERE?

YOU KNOW HOW AWESOME IT WOULD BE TO FUCK?