Even if it Kills Me

There must have been a good reason why I am watching these films only now.

This morning Waking Life. Sheesh. It’s the ultimate answer for the bipolar overthinker.

Where there is fire, we will carry gasoline. – Waking Life

Irreversible. Maybe 3 or 4 years back I was easily offended. I still am. And I stick to my belief that murder is less heinous than rape. Always.

Time destroys all things. – Irreversible

Tonight, (Uh guys? 2:02am is still within the bracket of “night,” right?) Dead Poets Society. I can’t remember the last time I cried. Oh wait. I cried last week upon the discovery of Michael Scofield’s death at the end of Prison Break Season 4. After 4 seasons’ worth of shit you just Deus Ex Machina him at the end? Fuck.

Oh yeah, dead poets. I’d love to be one of them and "suck the marrows out of life."

(I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,)

I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.

-Walt Whitman

Or if that's too highfalutin for you,

All right godamnit. Carpe diem. Even if it kills me.

- Dead Poets Society