"The men don't know, but the little girl understand"

...my only friend, the end.

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall.
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he...
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he...
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside

"Father ?", "yes son", "I want to kill you"

"Mother...I want to...fuck you"

C'mon baby, take a chance with us...
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end.

The Doors, 1967.

Le Dieu nu.

'Era uma tarde que parecia pintada de pastel: um daqueles dias frágeis insertos no coração do inverno como uma ilustração de cores delicadas entre o monótono negro e o branco de um livro. Tudo mergulhava numa poalha dourada: os edifícios silenciosos, os automóveis, os autocarros que passavam e todas as pessoas que por um instante o meu olhar acompanhava. Os meus sonhos prendiam-se sucessivamente a elas, ao objectivo que os fazia correr debaixo das arcada da gar- e a minha imaginação só os via empreendendo viagem para se juntarem a uma pessoa amada - ou então a quem esperariam, em magote junto da saída - e só poderia ser a silhueta de um ser querido mas misterioso.'

In Le Dieu Nu, by Robert margerit. 1951.

unsuspecting victim.

How could you
Let me crying
And weeping
Lying on the floor
Crawling,
Trying
To scratch the door.
Alone.
How could you murder my soul
And leave her
By herself
In dark streets
Where there’s no wind
Or sun.
And now she is
Vanishing
Dying
Alone.

"I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love"

The Beatles, 1964.

...I'm On a Plain.

My brother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that
Love myself better than you
I know it's wrong, so what should I do?
The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code
Love myself better than you
I know it's wrong, so what should I do?

Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say?

Nirvana, Nevermind, 1991.

Requiem for a Dream.

Requiem for a Dream. (2000)
Directed by Darren Aronofsky. With Ellen Burstyn, Jared Leto, Jennifer Connelly.

Pills and heroin offer fulfillment of the dreams of four residents of Brooklyn's Brighton Beach in the shadow of a crumbling Coney Island amusement park. Sara dreams of appearing on television wearing a red dress that's a bit snug. So she starts a diet assisted by uppers. Her son Harry, his girlfriend Marion, and his best friend Tyrone pin their hopes for money on moving up from pushing nickel bags of heroin to buying in bulk. They also deal to support their growing habits. Things are going well: Harry buys his mom a new TV, she's losing weight, she has status among her friends, Tyrone's girlfriend is cool, and the team has money in a shoe box. These dreams are addictive.

My hopefulness turned to sadness, my sadness turned to bitterness, my bitterness turned to anger, my anger turned to vengeance.

...
Don’t deny,
Don’t decline.
I don’t desire
no more lying,
no more setbacks.
There are so many inconveniences
So many coincidences.
Let’s kill those fucking influences.

Last Flowers.