One of my favorite talkies is Perfume, Story of a Murderer. It is the only book to film translation wherein I have found the film to be better than the book; the acting is phenomenal, the script well written and the film is visually stunning- particularly for someone with my love of dirt. My favorite part is the bridge top residence of Baldini. It sparks the same love in me that BLAME! Artwork and drain tunnels and hobbit homes do. If you have not seen this movie and you can handle some gore and weirdness, do try to see it. The following pictures contain only an ounce of the awesomeness that is that film.
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
-Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
A blog about nothing in particular; nothing and everything or anything or me.I love: finding pennies on the ground, lightning storms, having dreams about houses, Reepacheep, giggling to myself about something foolish, being at my parents’ house and walking down to the bridge in the middle of the night and laying down in the middle of the road and staring straight up at the stars. Music, music, music, friendly strangers, great sex/cuddles, curry, maps, making faces at myself in the mirror. Smoking, gross stuff like blood and boogers, fight club, taking pictures or fiddling about with cameras, riding subways and busses, being on the radio, special Halloween cookies, people.
I have: sat in crop circles, hopped a train, had no home, gone hitchiking, lived in a trailer, and I've probably eaten your trash.
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