viernes, 20 de agosto de 2010

To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone - to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:
From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of
Big Brother, from the age of double think - greetings!

He was already dead, he reflected.
But there's always 1985...
Now that he had recognized himself as a dead man
it became importante to stay alive
as long as possible.

martes, 17 de agosto de 2010

[...] Suddenly, by the sort of violent effort by with which one wrenches one's head away from the pillow in a nightmare, Winston succeeded in transferring his hatred from the face on the screen to the dark-haired girl behind him. Vivid, beautiful hallucinations flashed through his mind. He would flog her to death with a rubber truncheon. He would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like San Sebastian. He would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax. Better than before, moreover, he realized why it was that he hated her. He hated her because she was young and pretty and sexless, because he wanted to go to bed with her and would never do so, because round her sweep supple waist, which seemed to ask you to encircle it with your arm, there was only the odious scarlet sash, agrresive symbol of chastity. With just a touch of my burning hand, I'm gonna live my life to to destroy your world. Prime directive, exterminate the whole fuckin' race. Then your face drops in a pile of flesh, and then your heart, heart pounds and it pumps in death. Prime directive, exterminate the whole fuckin' place.
George Orwell y My Chemical Romance pueden ser una combinación catastrófica.

miércoles, 4 de agosto de 2010

Wipe off that make up, what's in is despair. So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot. You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

[C-O-M-P-L-E-J-O-S al por mayor]