V for Vendetta
Wooo! Damn that was a good movie. Worth every penny. I love revolution movies. LOVE THEM!
Imagine fear. Imagine that the only thing pumped through your brain is fear. Flus. Viruses. Diseases. Chemicals. Prisoners. Rapists. Escapees. Terrorists. Drugs. All of the shit that you're collectively afraid of. Then imagine that there's one simple cure: lose your freedom.
No more privacy. No more political jokes. No more opinion. That's the world I fear.
Even if you're cold, starving, and completely in the gutter, at least you're able to be free. If you're homeless and have no clothes to wear, at least you're able to do whatever you like. Conformity is so harsh, and so many people just don't see it. They think that security is more important than individuality. They think that the comfort of their mother's womb is better than seeing the world, even if it is a horrible place full of deception and pain.
On a side note, I chose to make a myspace, but before you yell at me, realize that this is still my main journal. I'm doing the myspace thing as a joke, really. I'm playing a completely emo schizo. Happy one minute, devestatingly depressed the next. Just to give you an idea of the kind of stuff that'll be on there, part of my profile:
"About me:
I am so freakin' awesome. But I really hate myself. No one understands me. Everything is just such a joke. You're such a joke, I'm such a joke, and my friends are all jokes. But they're still cool. I LIKE MY FRIENDS. I hate myself. My life sucks. Women suck. Men are stupid. OMG I LUV LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!! I'm not gay either, so that makes him so coooool. I'm cooler."
I'm still working out the kinks and everything, but there's so much annoying crap on myspace that I'm actually having to take breaks before I go insane. Anyway, it's http://www.myspace.com/emored
Imagine fear. Imagine that the only thing pumped through your brain is fear. Flus. Viruses. Diseases. Chemicals. Prisoners. Rapists. Escapees. Terrorists. Drugs. All of the shit that you're collectively afraid of. Then imagine that there's one simple cure: lose your freedom.
No more privacy. No more political jokes. No more opinion. That's the world I fear.
Even if you're cold, starving, and completely in the gutter, at least you're able to be free. If you're homeless and have no clothes to wear, at least you're able to do whatever you like. Conformity is so harsh, and so many people just don't see it. They think that security is more important than individuality. They think that the comfort of their mother's womb is better than seeing the world, even if it is a horrible place full of deception and pain.
On a side note, I chose to make a myspace, but before you yell at me, realize that this is still my main journal. I'm doing the myspace thing as a joke, really. I'm playing a completely emo schizo. Happy one minute, devestatingly depressed the next. Just to give you an idea of the kind of stuff that'll be on there, part of my profile:
"About me:
I am so freakin' awesome. But I really hate myself. No one understands me. Everything is just such a joke. You're such a joke, I'm such a joke, and my friends are all jokes. But they're still cool. I LIKE MY FRIENDS. I hate myself. My life sucks. Women suck. Men are stupid. OMG I LUV LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!! I'm not gay either, so that makes him so coooool. I'm cooler."
I'm still working out the kinks and everything, but there's so much annoying crap on myspace that I'm actually having to take breaks before I go insane. Anyway, it's http://www.myspace.com/emored