Driving Miss Daisy.
I've been doing a lot of that this last few years. Some times I hated it, some it relaxed me and some times I actually enjoyed it. Now... now I already miss it.
Four Brothers.
Just like us, but these guys adopted and not blood-related to each other. Some bad guy murders her mother so they set up revenge and (yes I'm revealing the end) they get it.
We are not adopted, we are the children of the same mother but we do not have someone on whom to inflict our revenge. There's no bad guy, no hateful murderer. There's just emptiness so, what shall we do?
The Matrix.
Cypher betrays not just the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar but man kind as well. Being the only one on board not connected to the Matrix he literally pulls the plug of some of his, up to that moment, colleagues one by one. Realizing that, Switch (the blonde woman) complains "no, not like this" before she vanishes.
Those are the exact words engraved in mi mind. NOT LIKE THIS.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
I just implore, let me go wherever she is and escort her through whatever the path she's supossed to take. And then, when we're reaching the end I'll just cheer her up "put it in the basket, mom! Put it in the basket!"
I've been doing a lot of that this last few years. Some times I hated it, some it relaxed me and some times I actually enjoyed it. Now... now I already miss it.
Four Brothers.
Just like us, but these guys adopted and not blood-related to each other. Some bad guy murders her mother so they set up revenge and (yes I'm revealing the end) they get it.
We are not adopted, we are the children of the same mother but we do not have someone on whom to inflict our revenge. There's no bad guy, no hateful murderer. There's just emptiness so, what shall we do?
The Matrix.
Cypher betrays not just the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar but man kind as well. Being the only one on board not connected to the Matrix he literally pulls the plug of some of his, up to that moment, colleagues one by one. Realizing that, Switch (the blonde woman) complains "no, not like this" before she vanishes.
Those are the exact words engraved in mi mind. NOT LIKE THIS.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
I just implore, let me go wherever she is and escort her through whatever the path she's supossed to take. And then, when we're reaching the end I'll just cheer her up "put it in the basket, mom! Put it in the basket!"
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