I love all sorts of films but most of all the rich black and white cinema experience that makes me want to eat chocolate and roll around in velvet

The Little Doctor and the Sick Kitten

Amelia and the Angel

Elevator Scene – Through and Through Grzegorz Królikiewicz ’73 ♥

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Then nightly sings the staring owl

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs^hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

(^crabapples…not sea crabs:)

Winter, William Shakespeare

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There was a line/There was a formula
Sharp as a knife/Facts cut a hole in us

Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts don’t do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts don’t stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape

I’m still waiting…I’m still waiting…I’m still waiting…
I’m still waiting…I’m still waiting…I’m still waiting…
I’m still waiting…I’m still waiting…

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Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill

I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins (and pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don’t want to touch you but you’re under my skin (deep in)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You’re poison, running through my veins

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I’m caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

She’s got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet child o’ mine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sweet love of mine

She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

I♥Axl

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Written by Lindsey Buckingham

Why don’t you ask him if he’s going to stay
Why don’t you ask him if he’s going away
Why don’t you tell me what’s going on
Why don’t you tell me who’s on the phone
Why don’t you ask him what’s going on
Why don’t you ask him who’s the latest on his throne

Don’t say that you love me
Just tell me that you want me
Tusk!
Just say that you love me
Dont tell me that you…

Tusk! Tusk! Tusk! Tusk!

Opening: L’amour braque

Let there be rock

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