rest till death

Jamaal 2022-04-20 09:01:16

Not surprisingly, it makes sense, this is a story that will end in death. The world's love, hate, and hatred are too much trouble and entanglement. Only by dying can we return to peace, and happiness can be stabilized. Despite the ominous hope, or the hidden danger of evil, it seems that it is better to leave this mortalcoil after all. I don't know if there is some religious implication, but the characters in the play are always fettered by too many evils born of love in this world, hesitating between career/academic and family. At first glance, one step is wrong, one step is wrong. In fact, there is no chance to do the right thing at all. Because of fate, there is no other way, and then reincarnation, living like Sisyphus, and refusing to drink Meng Po soup when he dies. Until everyone has become a ghost, it seems that the balance of strength and the basic contradiction have been resolved. Maybe this is the so-called afterlife. After all, sinners who are unrepentant can't go anywhere else. The sound effects are terrifying, the light and shadow settings are terrifying, and scenes such as murder and bloodshed, cutting and stitching corpses are terrifying, but in the theory of "Monster Cat", this is just a "shape". The terrifying "truth" is not the undead of another world, nor is it the chaos, weirdness and madness of Yin and Yang, but the blindness of the heart and the blind obedience of action. The "reason" is: they breed conjectures and doubts, and nurture the bond of evil.

——2015.11.10

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American Horror Story quotes

  • Cordelia Foxx: In the absence of the council, as reigning Supreme of this coven, I hereby decree... for the murders of our sister witch, Cecily Pembroke and our college, Quentin Fleming... you... Myrtle Snow, are hereby sentenced to death by fire.

    Myrtle Snow: Delia, my sweet daughter, I have never been more proud.

    Cordelia Foxx: Any last words?

    Myrtle Snow: Only one. BALENCIAGA!

  • Queenie: [Detroit, 2012] Let me get a 44, extra crispy!

    Irate Customer: Yo! The medium bucket is supposed to have 8 pieces. This one has only 7.

    Queenie: My name is not "Yo", it's "Queenie", and you must have miscounted because I packed that basket myself.

    Irate Customer: Well, you must've got a D in Math 'cause there's only 7 pieces.

    Queenie: Actually, sir, I got an A in Math, all of them. Calculus, Trig, Advanced Algebra.

    Irate Customer: [Sarcastically] Is that so?

    Queenie: Mm-hmm.

    Irate Customer: Look, I'm sure you're a genius, just give me an extra piece of chicken and I'll be done here.

    Queenie: Look, pencil dick, you ate the extra piece and, now, you want a freebie!

    Irate Customer: I'd like to speak to the manager, stupid fat ass!

    Queenie: [Pissed] What did you call me?

    Irate Customer: Get the manager!

    Queenie: [Angrily] I am the manager.

    Irate Customer: [She sticks her hand in the burning hot oil, with her "Human Voodoo Doll" Power transferring the pain to the customer; He screams in agony as his whole hand and forearm burn] Help! I'm burning! Help!

    [He continues screaming in agony]

    Nan: [Cutting to present day with Queenie recounting the incident] Did they send you to jail?

    Queenie: No. There were lots of witnesses, none of them had actually seen me throw the oil. But it made the local newspaper, that's how Miss Cordelia found me.

    Cordelia Foxx: You didn't want to join us at first.

    Queenie: I grew up on white girl shit like "Charmed" and "Sabrina, The Teenage Cracker". I didn't know that there even were black witches. As it turns out, I'm an heir to Tituba. She was a house slave in Salem. She was the first to be accused of witchcraft. So, technically, I'm part of your tribe.

    Madison Montgomery: [Sarcastically] Is this were we all sing Kumbaya?

    Queenie: [Jumping to her feet, ready to fight] Bitch, I will eat you!

    Cordelia Foxx: Hey hey hey! Hey! You guys have got start taking care of each other. We have enough enemies on the outside.