Letterboxd — Your life in film

Pinastri. the females lay their eggs in groups of two or three along pine or spruce needles. Sphinx. One day you'll be back. is a moth of the family Sphingidae. When you're done dreaming. the Sphingidae are a family of moths called sphinx, colloquially as hawk moths. At last. many of their caterpillars known as “hornworms”. Now this road has passed. includes about 1,450 species. And you're done wandering. it is best represented in the tropics, but species are found…

The other day I was walking through the gardens by Notre-Dame and saw approaching a man whose eyes caught something behind me, which I could not see: at once they lit up. If, at the same time as I saw the man, I had perceived the young woman and the child towards whom he now began running, the happy face of his would not have struck me; indeed I might not have noticed it.

So, my baby Sky Bison, flying…

Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
And you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone

Come writers and critics
Who prophesise with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin'…

I look into the distance to the end of the world. Before the day is over, the end will come. First, time will tumble, and then the earth. The clouds will begin to race... the earth boils over; this is the sign. This is the beginning of the end. The world's edge begins to crumble... everything starts to collapse... tumbles, fall, crumbles and collapses. I look into the cataract. I feel an undertow, it draws me, it sucks me down.…

Find light in the static sea, can't choose to be happy, you and I, we're faceless in the sky. You're an unseen man I see, intangible to me. When we hold, I'm alive, like Christ fucking in the sky.

I knew that we'd become one right away
Oh, eternal living
At first sight I felt that memory is energy
Life outside your eyes

So shine bright, tonight, you and I
Trauma beyond comprehension like the weightless in the sky
An…

Historically worded reduction leaves in the ash (reduced wayy too long); at the stake, our words translated, old, and sure; only what was present and what is real. What was pure; I say without any religious connotation, as this story is not a religious one, but a story of human automatism; a story of human automatism where religion is utilised as the tool of human dissection; where society constrained to mechanical regularity cannot wait for emotion to fill fingers; where…

Comedy is funny, really. For an audience so far in the future can laugh and cry (at the too theatrical, untrue. And) at so cruel, so very human, foolish tragedy—which in-and-of-itself is comical, tragedy/tragedies, though maybe I have jumped too far forward in time here (I haven't)—decisions five hundred years their past with collective, godlike judgment, from a cruel form of 'The Bench', are to be looked down by the public hooked on the false for they want nothing of…