tell me a secret.
one of mine...not really a secret, persay, but something peculiar about me. though some of you that know me might not be surprised by this.
ive always had a morbid fascination with going down in a hail of bullets. which is why the endings of movies like scarface, bonnie and clyde, and the devils rejects really resonate with me. its not even really specifically going down in a hail of bullets more than going down fighting. i want a warriors death. ya know, if i had a choice in how it went down.
one of mine...not really a secret, persay, but something peculiar about me. though some of you that know me might not be surprised by this.
ive always had a morbid fascination with going down in a hail of bullets. which is why the endings of movies like scarface, bonnie and clyde, and the devils rejects really resonate with me. its not even really specifically going down in a hail of bullets more than going down fighting. i want a warriors death. ya know, if i had a choice in how it went down.
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You remember the part in Akira where the guy gets gunned down by all those cops? When the little boy screams and all the glass shatters? When I think "hail of bullets," I think of that. I saw that part while I was tripping on acid, and it was really, really pleasing for some reason. You should try to go down like that.
If I told you a secret right here it wouldn't really count.
Here's something really weird about me: when I was a little kid, I really wanted to be Persian. I thought that Persian women were the most beautiful women in the world. And middle eastern women in general. I think maybe Princess Jasmine from Aladdin helped inspire that one.
kids are fucking weird like that.