Le Samouraï | Jean-Pierre Melville | 1967
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My love speaks french. My love speaks spanish. I say I need you in italian. My souls speaks you.And my heart beats silently. I will not be a fool. I live only for truth. Every sentence I wrote, was words I once knew. I was alone and afraid all of my life. But I met you and for that I thankful. Kindness is your greatest trait. Even better than your pretty face. Your cat eyes are what I long for. And your name is my greatest motive.
What is a vampire but a blood sucking man. So intolerable by his superiority complex. He is old, he is wise, but he only wants to see you at night. Nibble on your neck that way you like. Make you say you want him as he disappears by daylight. He’ll transform you,give you the option of eternity, but it’s a curse and a trick. So he won’t have to be lonely forever.
"I wish to hold you; then drink stardust and say permanently ‘farewell.’"
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What is a Zombie but a man on the run. A misunderstood hungry soul. Loving someone for their the brains they themselves have not. A jock who wants to never stay in the same place, and would only eat you enough. So you become like him. And you run away from men with shotguns forever holding hands.