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Wow. I haven't updated in a week and it's actually been a very busy week.

I had this whole post written in my head about what I've been doing, where I've been going and why, but I'm just... out of spoons. I feel like I'm constantly out of spoons.

I doesn't help that my mother calls me a "pillar of strength" but ignores the fact that I'd really, really not go to the fucking Pesach seder tonight.

It's Passover eve tonight and everyone is going to a Seder. So obviously, I MUST go as well. It doesn't help that she's been zinging me about it, mentioning who will be there (people I don't give a fuck about), that it's traditional (pull the other one, mom) and that if I don't go she won't go (thank you, mommy dearest, for really making me feel good this holiday season).

So I'm going. I'll be damned if I'm going to be fucking happy about it.

Reading through the tags, I've been very quiet this time around, when usually I have lots to say.

I'm not really speechless so much as bone tired.

I'm usually much more verbose in general, but the words aren't coming out.

Stuff is happening in my life that I'd rather not talk about because they're in flux and really the only thing keeping me afloat is my involvement in fandom.

If it sounds like I'm bitter, it's because I am. Seriously, you could eat me instead of the maror tonight. Cannibalism though, is frowned upon in these parts, I hear.

Date: 2012-04-07 05:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silveradept
I hope that the readings tonight can illustrate the gulf that exists and the need to be able to let people go where they need to be going.


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"

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