There was a gentleman who constantly beat up his wife. Once he was courteously asked why. He obliged to answer:
“I just can’t restrain myself. Fear makes her beautiful.”

All we know is we don’t belong to the nation we belong to.
Maybe it would help knowing who “we” is.

English is just Esperanto that actually works. It is understood by everyone that should undestand it.
No imperialism can control the use of it, no provincialism prohibit it.

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Jack the Ripper has many faces (among others Lewis Carroll’s) but is always up for a fresh one. (Every commercial knows this: line-up is just an audition).
The fog is there, the narrow alley is there, the coat is there, the moon is there – the only one that listens, like a sentimental psychoanalyst.
How could it not come to an idiom of lost object called first love? The shadow only trying to find it again … body after body.
Free Vili!

PS: This videonation loves amorous toddlers and crane shots.

Epictetus: “Above all, remember that the door stands open. Be not more fearful than children; but as they, when they weary of the game, cry, ‘I will play no more’, even so, when thou art in the like case, cry, ‘I will play no more’ and depart. But if thou stayest, make no lamentation.”

Rain cries instead of samurais.¹
Perry Smith played by Robert Blake, who in 2005 himself is tried (and acquitted) for the murder of his wife. The name of Smith’s accomplice Richard ‘Dick’ Hickock is commonly misspelled as Hitchcock. Understandably, Bates Motel has 12 rooms and 12 vacancies. Main highway got relocated.
Psycho begins in Phoenix, Arizona, the same place where in 1993 Joe Arpaio, sheriff of Maricopa County, sets up an open-air jail comprised of army-surplus tents. Two years later he introduces a neon Vacancy sign on a tall guard tower.

1. In Cold Blood [1967, Richard Brooks](back)

“I’ve cleaned my eyeglasses spotlessly but still I can’t see.”
“Your eyes are dirty.”

To all friends working in offices.

One does not need cubicles to get the cubicles feeling.
Gadgets on the desk change, composition of desks remains.

The Crowd [1928, King Vidor]
The Apartment [1960, Billy Wilder] and the electro-mechanic calculator called Friden. Just an e short of piece and tranquility.
Le proces [1962, Orson Welles]
Tracey Thorn: It’s All True [2007, Si & Ad]

P.S.
Christmas in July [1940, Preston Sturges]

Interestingly enough, ekscest found/caught itself among gay/lesbian/bi sites.
It’s a sort of coming-out that comes as a surprise to the outcomer. “Ah, right, wasn’t aware of that, but now that you mention it, of course, thank you.”
To celebrate the occasion ekscest exhibits its short history of guilty pleasure or, more precisely, aesthetic (ascetic) vulgarity.
What makes these videos even more intriguing is that females have always seemed like mere decoys in this genre of sounds.
Then again, all this sexuality talk is overstated. After all, we’ve entered the EU in order to become eurotrash, haven’t we?
And trash has no sex. But it certainly does reproduce.

Seneka:
“Ali vidiš, koliko laže je premagati cel narod kakor enega moža?”

Valéry:
“Zamislite šta je sve potrebno da bi se svidelo 3 miliona ljudi.
Paradoksalno, treba manje nego da se svidi 100.”

Current ekscest playlist: Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, Wilco, The Black Crowes and the soundalikes.
Trying hard at being a redneck wannabe, but not really really hard.
Alternative version of novokomponovana.
http://www.dailymotion.com/videox2nzrs

“Predvidljiv postajaš.”
“Vem, toda mar ni predvidljivost le slabšalni izraz za doslednost?”