:53:12
Yo, every fuckin' poem Dylan Thomas
wrote is about death, man.
:53:17
Now, how we supposed to know
which one to write?
:53:20
"The sniper laid him low,
and strewed his brains.
:53:23
One would not think
the greenness of this valley...
:53:25
could let a day be sick
with so much blood."
:53:27
Man, that's some Rambo-Schwarzenegger
bullshit you found.
:53:30
- That's how it's supposed to be, right?
- No.
:53:32
- There's supposed to be killing shit.
- But it-- But it don't--
:53:35
But it don't even mean the same as
"l will not go under the ground."
:53:39
Now you're some sort of
poetic critic, now, right?
:53:42
- Oh, well, it don't.
- Thank you.
:53:44
Okay. Listen to this.
:53:48
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
:53:51
Old age should burn
and rave at close of day.
:53:55
Rage, rage against
the dying of the light."
:54:00
Where's the code?
Where's the death?
:54:02
Night. All that stuff
about night. That's death.
:54:06
So it's "Don't go gentle
into that good death."
:54:08
Yeah, but I think "good"
is sarcastic.
:54:12
When he say, "Do not go gentle,"
that's like sayin', "Don't go easy."
:54:16
- So it's the same as
"l will not go down."
- We just won us
a motherfucking chicken.
:54:20
Shh.
:54:22
This is the life
:54:25
Everyone has to be somewhere
:54:31
Oh
:54:34
I am here
:54:44
This is the life
:54:48
This is the life
:54:52
- This is my
- Well, the results of the
Dylan-Dylan contest are in.
:54:58
- Life
- The winners are--