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мдаа... Игорь, Алексей - может, вызвать вам скорую психиатрическую?
а по вопросу топика мое искреннее однозначное: "НЕТ" за отсутствием причины

...написала бы тут что-то более подробное, но увы.. мысли сегодня сфокусированы вот на этом:

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He ticked his fingers one by one. "I have kept the secret of your marriage all these years. The slaughter at the Tusken camp, you shared with me. I was there when you executed Count Dooku. And I know where you got the power to defeat him. You see? You have never needed to pretend with me, the way you must with your Jedi comrades. Do you understand that you need never hide anything from me? That I accept you exactly as you are?"
He spread his hands as though offering a hug. "Share with me the truth. Your absolute truth. Let yourself out, Anakin."
"I-" Anakin shook his head. How many times had he dreamed of not having to pretend to be the perfect Jedi? But what else could he be? "I wouldn't even know how to begin."
"It's quite simple, in the end: tell me what you want."
Anakin squinted up at him. "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't." The last of the sunset haloed his ice-white hair and threw his face into shadow. "You've been trained to never think about that. The Jedi never ask what you want. They simply tell you what you're supposed to want. They never give you a choice at all. That's why they take
their students- their victims-at an age so young that choice is meaningless. By the time a Padawan is old enough to choose, he has been so indoctrinated-so brainwashed-that he is incapable of even considering the question. But you're different, Anakin. You had a real life, outside the Jedi Temple. You can break through the fog of lies the Jedi have pumped into your brain. I ask you again: what do you want?"

(...)

"And in exchange?" he asked, finally. "What do I have to do?"

"You have to do what you want."

"What I want?"

"Yes, Anakin. Yes. Exactly that. Only that. Do the one thing that the Jedi fear most: make up your own mind. Follow your own conscience. Do what you think is right. I know that you have been longing for a life greater than that of an ordinary Jedi. Commit to that life. I know you burn for greater power than any Jedi can wield; give yourself permission to gain that power, and allow yourself license to use it. You have dreamed of leaving the Jedi Order, having a family of your own-one that is based on love, not on enforced rules of self-denial." "I-can't... I can't just . . . leave ..."
"But you can."
Anakin couldn't breathe. He couldn't blink.
He sat frozen. Even thought was impossible. "You can have every one of your dreams. Turn aside from the lies of the Jedi, and follow the truth of yourself. Leave them. Join me on the path of true power. Be my friend, Anakin. Be my student. My apprentice."

(...)

"Do you remember that myth I told you of, The Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?" the shadow whispered. The myth-
... directly influence the midi-chlorians to create life; with such knowledge, to maintain life in someone already living would seem a small matter . . .
"Yes," Anakin said. "Yes, I remember."
The shadow leaned so close that it seemed to fill the world.

"Anakin, it's no mere myth."

Anakin swallowed.

"Darth Plagueis was real."
Anakin could force out only a strangled whisper. "Real . . . ?"

"Darth Plagueis was my Master. He taught me the key to his power," the shadow said, dryly matter-of-fact, "before I killed him."

Without understanding how he had moved, without even intending to move, without any transition of realization or dawning understanding, Anakin found himself on his feet. A blue bar of sizzling energy terminated a centimeter from Palpatine's chin its glow casting red-edged shadows up his face and across the ceiling.

Only gradually did Anakin come to understand that this was his lightsaber, and that it was in his hand.

"You," he said. Suddenly he was neither dizzy nor tired.
Suddenly everything made sense.
"It's you. It's been you all along!"
In the clean blue light of his blade he stared into the face of a man whose features were as familiar to him as his own, but now seemed as alien as an extragalactic comet-because now he finally understood that those familiar features were only a mask.
He had never seen this man's real face.

"I should kill you," he said. "I will kill you!"
Palpatine gave him that wise, kindly-uncle smile Anakin had been seeing since the age of nine. "For what?"
"You're a Sith Lord!"

"I am," he said simply. "I am also your friend."
The blue bar of energy wavered, just a bit.
"I am also the man who has always been here for you. I am the man you have never needed to lie to. I am the man who wants nothing from you but that you follow your conscience. If that conscience requires you to commit murder, simply over a ... philosophical difference ... I will not resist."

His hands opened, still at his sides. "Anakin, when I told you that you can have anything you want, did you think I was excluding my life?"
The floor seemed to soften beneath Anakin's feet, and the room started to swirl darkness and ooze confusion. "You-you won't even fight- ?"
"Fight you?" In the blue glow that cast shadows up from Palpatine's chin, the Chancellor looked astonished that he would suggest such a thing. "But what will happen when you kill me? What will happen to the Republic?"
His tone was gently reasonable. "What will happen to Padme?"
"Padme . . ."
Her name was a gasp of anguish.
"When I die," Palpatine said with the air of a man reminding a child of something he ought to already know, "my knowledge dies with me."
The sizzling blade trembled.
"Unless, that is, I have the opportunity to teach it . . . to my apprentice ..."

His vision swam.
"I . . ." A whisper of naked pain, and despair. "I don't know what to do ..."
Palpatine gazed upon him, loving and gentle as he had ever been, though only a whisker shy of a lightsaber's terminal curve. And what if this face was not a mask? What if the true face of the Sith was exactly what he saw before him: a man who had cared for him, had helped him, had been his loyal friend when he'd thought he had no other? What then? "Anakin," Palpatine said kindly, "let's talk."

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а по вопросу топика мое искреннее однозначное: "НЕТ"

Лукавишь, сука!

А скорую надо вызвать тебе...

Просто я сегодня немного не в духе... Мое настроение как маятник! (с) Катина ака Лилакита

И нахуй ты эту хуйню на английском выкинула? Думаешь её кто-то будет читать? Всем похуй что тебя сейчас волнует!

Нас, фанов Lucasarts, похоже немало

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а по вопросу топика мое искреннее однозначное: "НЕТ" за отсутствием причины

а чем неразделенная любовь не причина? чем ревность не причина ненависти?

Алексей, вы "ахуенный" психолог... вам точно не нужна скорая?
в общем, мальчик мой, вам сюда: http://www.livejournal.com/users/kitana_lk/14187.html?mode=reply

Савелий, это не фигня... это ахуенный отрывок из "Revenge of the Sith"... между прочим образец безупречной логики... той, которой вам и вашим друзьям так не хватает

..вот еще восхитительный момент:

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There came a turning point in the clash of the light against the dark.
It did not come from a flash of lightning or slash of energy blade, though there were these in plenty; it did not come from a flying kick or a surgically precise punch, though these were traded, too.
It came as the battle shifted from the holding office to the great Chancellor's Podium; it came as the hydraulic lift beneath the Podium raised it on its tower of durasteel a hundred meters and more, so that it became a laserpoint of battle flaring at the focus of the vast emptiness of the Senate Arena; it came as the Force and the podium's controls ripped
delegation pods free of the curving walls and made of them hammers, battering rams, catapult stones crashing and crushing against each other in a rolling thunder-roar that echoed the Senate's cheers for the galaxy's new Emperor.

It came when the avatar of light resolved into the lineage of the Jedi; when the lineage of the Jedi refined into one single Jedi.

It came when Yoda found himself alone against the dark.
In that lightning-speared tornado of feet and fists and blades and bashing machines, his vision finally pierced the darkness that had clouded the Force.

Finally, he saw the truth.

This truth: that he, the avatar of light, Supreme Master of the Jedi Order, the fiercest, most implacable, most devastatingly powerful foe the darkness had ever known . . .
just-

didn't-
have it.

He'd never had it. He had lost before he started.

He had lost before he was born.

The Sith had changed. The Sith had grown, had adapted, had invested a thousand years' intensive study into every aspect of not only the Force but Jedi lore itself, in preparation for exactly this day. The Sith had remade themselves.
They had become new.
While the Jedi-

The Jedi had spent that same millennium training to refight the last war.

The new Sith could not be destroyed with a lightsaber; they could not be burned away by any torch of the Force. The brighter his light, the darker their shadow. How could one win a war against the dark, when war itself had become the dark's own weapon?
He knew, at that instant, that this insight held the hope of the galaxy. But if he fell here, that hope would die with him. Hmmm, Yoda thought. A problem this is . . .

...в общем, я думаю, мальчики, что вы уже поняли: мне не до ваших сказок

Китана на порядок выше, мне кажется.

А Кошак это
ну я промолчу- я все таки взрослый человек и меня Игорь Добровольский зовут.

Зато ты видел ее губы на банане? Тут бабушка надвое сказала, кто выше...

Заморский Тим Дункан по духу мне близок- он охуенный лидер и я тоже!
так что и ваша логика тоже довольно таки занятная.

но у Кошака работа такая, что без этого никуда.

бабушка сказала, а наука доказала, что Китана в любом случае пока уступает

Чиатйте Китанин дневник..строго рекомендую!

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Цитата от Dest :
Чиатйте Китанин дневник..строго рекомендую!

давай

а там с душой написано

аксаначка, када будим снашаца?

Лешенька, к сведению: мой журнал имеет к моему дневнику довольно посредственное отношение... дневник видят люди, на которых я ссылаюсь в указанной тебе записи.. журнал же открыт для всех

Четушка, я геями не интересуюсь

Срал я на твой дневник и на твоих ситхов!

жестко

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Цитата от KitANa aka L'K :


Четушка, я геями не интересуюсь

учитывая тваю паталагичискую любовь к швабёнку и его выкормышам, я смею предположит ькак раз наоборот(((


а тебя ахуитильная желтозубая красотка - атвергли патамушта ты телка, и в свои жаркий мужской клую любителей мыла и душа взяли кашака - патамушта ана транс(((


када будим каитус делать, сахарок?

юпи ё

А я опять в аэропорту Волгограда. Просто хотел приподнять тему.

Мне кажется новый клип бонанов будет на душераздирающую балладу. Китана будет стоять в аэропорту под моросящим дождём и ждать Шваба из Германии, Игорь Крутой играет на форепиане и тут из самолёта вырисовывается Шваб под ручку с Кошаком, а Китана бежит по взлётной полосе утирая слёзы. Грустная такая песня будет!

...но тут блять неожиданно появица савло на белом коне и будет коитус(

С конём?