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ah fuck ultraviolence. |
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aliens are light blond and wear trench coats, they don't talk but convey thoughts to children, who are closer to angels and demons and not so prejudiced. |
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all this heat is just the devil inhabiting the sun. |
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anomie anomaly |
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i dreamed i was in a hollywood movie and it was so stupid i wanted to run for the aisle but i was in the movie. |
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barney and toy cars |
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barney was spry today and we walked together like old times. |
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beethoven's seventh heaven |
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better that way |
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bird mountain. |
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buscandome |
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cant it be random with Purpose |
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circumspection |
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controlled violence and random results |
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darling with squashed ball |
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death of the lagoon |
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dire pump |
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dire wolf |
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espers |
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even tho i abhor subtittles i prefer them to bad dub. |
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everyone now alive will die. |
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filmed entirely in one continuous shot. |
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G (for the ever silly nic cage). |
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oh, fuck, my heart's contracted. |
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hide and seek. |
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holy shit! big oil's gone berserk with with the arms industrialists in a hollywood disaster capitalist blockbusting nightmare! |
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hosanna. |
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how do we get underground. |
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howd you find me. |
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i call my love barney. |
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i could follow you forever. |
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i couldn't agree more mister, though i'd like to. |
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i will never let that happen barney (lie). |
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i'm so stupid, i spent my whole life, knowing she was right,snf, and pretending that she was insane in the membrane. knowing, with the silliest earnest bot, nic cage. |
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i'm sorry to put words on you barney, but nic cage makes the most assinine movies, i just got to poke 'im. |
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if we hide underground, we got a chance, don't we!? Knowing |
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immortality transference |
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it's gonna be rough. |
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it was over, it was over, and that's what happens to all stories. h.c. andersen, the fir tree. |
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it's a long time distilled. |
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it's a chance we gotta take or we're all gonna die! what are you saying! you are insane, you walk dogs off leash!! Knowing Unknown. |
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it's possible |
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just think real, hard. |
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knowing unknown, 1959. |
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knowing is not like that. |
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lagoon diary, echo location. |
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lagoon diary, still pumpin'. |
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layered events. |
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little mannikin. |
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lucinda williams. |
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mepris. |
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never mind! i'm taking the children! they took the children! the aliens took the children! Unknowing. |
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no tengo nadie. |
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now it was over, and the tree was over, and the story with it. |
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ah well, fuggidaboudit. |
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ok just lemme eat some snow and cue beethoven's otherworldly seventh heaven symphony. |
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ok i'm ready. |
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only the dead have seen the end of war and they can't see. |
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plato |
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o georgina |
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orfeo |
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ornithology |
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people see what they're told not what they want. |
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spy cam. |
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taking bird mountain |
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(by strategy). |
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the inside sky |
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return of swamp dogg. |
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the tension is non-stop in this movie. it's a soporific. |
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this ain't the end son it's just wars be cookin' a lot of people and wall street be jumpin, it could be just the begginin'. |
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this little light of mine. |
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this shit be crazy! hollywood was right! you can get rich being stupid as hell! why did we waste so much time! |
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time takes a cigarette |
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while my guitar gently weeps. |
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why'd i get this prediction if there's nuthin' i can do about it! how'm i gonna stop the end of the world! nic cage |
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yeah don't worry barn, here, take this amulet, you gotta go with them. one day you'll know what it means. Knowing, a hollywood epic for our time. |
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your not the only one, barney, everyone alive wants answers. |
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your officially scaring the hollywood shit out of me now. Knowing. |
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