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Monday, 10 February 2020

DIAMOND



For River Tam, mostly jewel tones were used to set her costumes apart from the rest of the Serenity crew. 

River had boots to contrast with the soft fabrics of her clothes, "because 
That's Who She Is—

She's this soft, beautiful, sensitive girl, 
but with this hardcore inner character."







“In The West, Gold is The Symbol of The Self
while in The East
The Symbol of our Inner Divinity is The Diamond. 

In their interior meanings, they are The Same, but the images are different. 

Diamonds are The Hardest Matter on Earth Unearthly, Celestial, and Impersonal. 

Gold is much softer, a Matter of Relationship
The Self as Related. 

I think we’re lucky to have Gold to cope with.”


 Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, USMC : 
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. 
From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". 
Do you maggots understand that?

Recruits : 
[In unison in a normal speaking tone]  
Sir, yes Sir.

 Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, USMC :
Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!

Recruits : 
[In unison, much louder]  
SIR, YES SIR!

 Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, USMC :
If you ladies leave my island, 
if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. 
You will be a minister of death, praying for war. 
But until that day, you are pukes. 
You are the lowest form of life on Earth. 
You are not even human fucking beings. 
You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit! 

Because I am hard, you will not like me. 
But the more you hate me, the more you will learn

I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. 
I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. 
Here, you are all equally worthless. 

And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. 

Do you maggots understand that?

The Deadliest Weapon in The World 
is a Marine and His Rifle. 
It is your Killer Instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. 

Your Rifle is only a tool. 
It is The Hard Heart that kills. 

If your Killer Instincts are not clean and strong,  
you will hesitate at The Moment of Truth - You will not kill.

You will become Dead Marines 
And then you will be in a World of Shit 
Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission. 

Do you maggots understand?


Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? 
Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit. 

Get the fuck off of My Obstacle. 
Get the fuck down off of my obstacle. Now. Move it. 

I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of The World. 

I Will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-dicks every cannibal in The Congo.