14 November 2005

Pulp fictions

 JULES You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing,
 now hang back and shut the fuck up.
 Besides, I ain't givin' it to him.
 I'm buyin' somethin' for my money.
 Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?


 JULES Your life. I'm givin' you that money
 so I don't hafta kill your ass. You
 read the Bible?

 PUMPKIN Not regularly.

 JULES There's a passage I got memorized.
 Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the
 righteous man is beset on all sides
 by the inequities of the selfish and
 the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is
 he who, in the name of charity and
 good will, shepherds the weak through
 the valley of the darkness. For he
 is truly his brother's keeper and
 the finder of lost children. And I
 will strike down upon thee with great
 vengeance and furious anger those
 who attempt to poison and destroy my
 brothers. And you will know I am the
 Lord when I lay my vengeance upon
 you." I been sayin' that shit for
 years. And if you ever heard it, it
 meant your ass. I never really
 questioned what it meant. I thought
 it was just a coldblooded thing to
 say to a motherfucker 'fore you popped
 a cap in his ass. But I saw some
 shit this mornin' made me think twice.
 Now I'm thinkin', it could mean you're
 the evil man. And I'm the righteous
 man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the
 shepherd protecting my righteous ass
 in the valley of darkness. Or it
 could be you're the righteous man
 and I'm the shepherd and it's the
 world that's evil and selfish. I'd
 like that. But that shit ain't the
 truth. The truth is you're the weak.
 And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But
 I'm tryin'. I'm tryin' real hard to
 be a shepherd.