I murder what I most adore, Laughing; I am indeed of those Condemned for ever without repose To laugh, but who can smile no more. Charles Baudelaire Bill Hicks HST 1937-2005 CLICK MACK TO Open Your Eyes Mack White You'd take to bed the whole world as your prize, you slut of sluts, by boredom brutalized! To exercise your jaws at this rare sport each day you must be served a fresh-killed heart. Lit up like shop-windows in vulgar blaze or street-lamps glaring on public holidays, your insolent eyes with borrowed power burn. Their beauty's proper law they never learn. Oh blind and deaf machine, rich in torment- drinker of the world's blood, wholesome instrument, how can you not feel shame, how can you not blanch at each mirror from which your charms look out? This hideous wrong in which you feel secure, has it not made you shrink one step in fear,- that nature, strong in her concealed designs, makes use of you, oh woman, queen of sins Vile animal! to mould a genius? Oh foul magnificence - sublime disgrace! Charles Baudelaire Suspiria Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Folded upon their narrow shelve s As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves! Take them, O great Eternity! Our little life is but a gust That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dust! Henry W. Longfellow . he Exorcist Suspiria Evil Dead Evil Dead 2 Army of Darkness 28 Days Later The Birds The Omen Hellraiser Night of the Living Dead Dawn of the Dead Day of the Dead Videodrome Cemetary Man Bladerunner