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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Ezekiel 25:17 

It's one thing to walk the earth...
and another to think you're a shepherd.

There is my truth.
There is your truth.
And then, there is, the truth.

You are free to unload your righteousness, on me, or her, or them.
Your tyrannical righteous,
nonsense.

red tape, lights, action ahead.

Saw red,
and pined for blood.
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ya' know, if only Vincent shared Jules' ephiphany.
Wouldn't that be great?
The Amsterdam-leaving,heroin-shootin, book-carrying gun-man.
He lives. Reads his yellow book. Shoots the breeze.
Too bad.


---------------------------
Pumpkin looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there's a
wallet with "Bad Motherfucker" embroidered on it.

                                JULES
                     That's my bad motherfucker.  Now
                     open it up and take out the cash.
                     How much is there?

                                PUMPKIN
                     About fifteen hundred dollars.

                                JULES
                     Put it in your pocket, it's yours.
                     Now with the rest of them wallets
                     and the register, that makes this a
                     pretty successful little score.

                                VINCENT
                     Jules, if you give this nimrod
                     fifteen hundred buck, I'm gonna
                     shoot 'em on general principle.

                                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?

                                PUMPKIN
                     What?

                                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 cold-blooded thing to say to
                     a motherfucker 'fore you popped a
                     cap in his ass.  But some shit
                     I saw 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. 9 milimeter
                     here, he's the shepherd protecting
                     my righteous ass in the valley of
                     darkness.  Or, it could mean, 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.

      Jules lowers his gun, lying it on the table.

      Pumpkin looks at him, to the money in his hand, then to
      Yolanda.  She looks back.

      Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two stagger out of the
      restaurant.

      Jules, who was seated the whole time, takes a sip of coffee.
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Puplp Fiction

posted by audaciousjoy @ 12:38 AM

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