>Now I see what the fuck's in front of me and I don't pretend it's something else. I was fucking her and now I wanna fuck you, if you don't piss me off or open your yap at the wrong fucking time, the only time you're supposed to open your yap is so I can put my fucking prick in it otherwise you shut the fuck up. Now hold on to that.
>Point is, this minister's gonna fucking die, I mean that's the... that's the fucking point. He's gonna die sooner or later, I mean he's making a fucking jerk of himself and I mean w-w-why go on with that, w-who's gonna benefit from that, huh? No he's gotta kill it and put an end to it, you don't linger on about it you don't fucking go around weeping about it and you don't-you don't behave like a kid with a sword fucking thumb you know "look I'm sucking it, no my poor fucking thumb", I mean you gotta behave like a grown fucking man.
>You gotta shut the fuck up... don't be sorry don't look fucking back because believe me, no one gives a fuck. You understand?
-Yeah
>Shut the fuck up, huh. Give me that. You suck my dick and shut the fuck up, huh.
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>Here, the place where I found you is where this warrant's from, could you believe? That I may have stuck a knife in someone's guts twelve hours before you got on the wagon we headed out for fucking Laramie in? NO! Because I don't look fucking backwards I do what I have to do and go on.
>Whoa... whoa... whoa... what? You got a stagecoach to catch or something, huh? Slow the fuck up.
>Did you know the orphanage part of the building you lived in, behind it she ran a whorehouse, huh? Oh, so you knew? What the fuck ya looking at? Now I'll tell you something you don't know.
>Before she ran a girl's orphanage, fat Mrs. fucking Anderson ran the boys orphanage on fucking Euclid Avenue, as I've seen her fat ass waddling out the boys dormitory at five o'clock in the fucking morning every fucking morning after she blew her stupid fucking cowbell and woke us all the fuck up, my fucking mother dropped me the fuck off there with seven dollars and sixty some odds fucking cents on a way to sucking cock in Georgia... and I didn't get to count the fucking cents before the fucking door open and there: Mrs. fat-ass fucking Anderson who sold you to me, I had to give her seven dollars and sixty odd fucking cents that my mother shoved in my fucking hand... before she hammered one, two, three, four times on the fucking door and scurried off down fucking Euclid Avenue probably thirty fucking years before you were fucking born... then around Cape Horn up to San Francisco where she probably became married or some other type of success story unless by some fucking chance she wound up as ditch for fucking cum. NOW FUCKING GO FASTER
>Okay go ahead and spit it out you no need to swallow. Spit it out.
>Anyways...
Search for a 6-part David Milch interview from 2008 to a 400-level undergrad class at USC. It will reveal the mysteries of the scriptures of Milch like only the great rabbi himself could. Then read the Epistles of St. Paul.
Only then will you be ready for John from Cincinnati, the bridge between Deadwood and the Deadwood movie.
When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie
My strength all sufficient shall be thy supply
The flames shall not hurt thee
My only design
Thy dross to consume
And thy gold to refine
Praying to whom, Richardson? The God of antlers and hooves?
Rom 2:12 For as many as have sinned without law shall also perish without law: and as many as have sinned in the law shall be judged by the law;
2:13 (For not the hearers of the law are just before God, but the doers of the law shall be justified.
2:14 For when the Gentiles, which have not the law, do by nature the things contained in the law, these, having not the law, are a law unto themselves:
2:15 Which shew the work of the law written in their hearts, their conscience also bearing witness, and their thoughts the mean while accusing or else excusing one another;)
2:16 In the day when God shall judge the secrets of men by Jesus Christ according to my gospel.
Is thine circumcision henceforth umcircumcision? Is your foot your knee?
2:22 Thou that sayest a man should not commit adultery, dost thou commit adultery? thou that abhorrest idols, dost thou commit sacrilege?
2:23 Thou that makest thy boast of the law, through breaking the law dishonourest thou God?
2:24 For the name of God is blasphemed among the Gentiles through you, as it is written.
2:25 For circumcision verily profiteth, if thou keep the law: but if thou be a breaker of the law, thy circumcision is made uncircumcision.
2:26 Therefore if the uncircumcision keep the righteousness of the law, shall not his uncircumcision be counted for circumcision?
2:27 And shall not uncircumcision which is by nature, if it fulfil the law, judge thee, who by the letter and circumcision dost transgress the law?
2:28 For he is not a Jew, which is one outwardly; neither is that circumcision, which is outward in the flesh:
2:29 But he is a Jew, which is one inwardly; and circumcision is that of the heart, in the spirit, and not in the letter; whose praise is not of men, but of God.
Richardson turned gold. E.B. shined in the movie, spying on Hearst and acting quickly to inform the sheriff that beat him. The cross in his hotel's T is more circumsized now than his previous pretensions.
Thousands of years ago, on the island of Cyprus, women went about their lives only after first serving as prostitutes at the temple of Aphrodite. Woman's generative instrument on the altar meant to secure the goddess' grant of good crops and beautiful weather. Have we not come some fa'r piece since then? While, for example, fucks on altars anymore? Or pretends that anything can make up the weather's mind...
>before she hammered one, two, three, four times on the fucking door
What does this mean? I’ve beeb hung up on that line. Also, is this monologue proving that Al is not an irredeemable man? Is he any less irredeemable than Tony Soprano?
Fuck phones, who not while and a necessity after first altar then comma
She passkeyed at the door to the building with the secret knock, she ran a series of girls and boys homes. She sold the girls as whores. Knock knock take this other one in while I run away with the money to my next white slavery appointment.
Was Al a child prostitute then?
Ask Jack Langrishe.
Gideons. Big distributor.
Telegraph for a Mister... Laygenshire?
This is part of it, the friends we made along the way. Reverend Smith is one of the most important, he speaks with the voice of St Paul. The show was supposed to be set in first century Rome. The prostitute reference above would have been a visit to Corinth where the letter about the body and its members and the eye to the foot was sent. Huge Aphrodite temple, 100s of whores. Show would have been epic but Rome was already greenlit. Would have started with the most epic bar mitzvah ever, a caravan to Ethiopia, Neva been done befo. Then it gets held up and the send Jane up front to canvas for whiskey and see what's the holdup and they're like it's the other bar mitzvah.
The reverends of the Deadwood camp. Reverend Smith, Saint Andy Cramed, Con Stapleton. Something struck him as melancholy about the bison. The same spirit moving in Con moving in Richardson, moving them toward the refined gold person through fiery trial.
i apologiiiiiiiiize
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The soul that on Jesus
Hath leaned for repose
I will not I will not
Desert to his foes
Andy Cramed is so fucking heady, walking away like a fucking witch hunter still holding that blade. Any blasphemy will be forgiven except for blasphemy against the spirit. Where's this strength coming from, Lord?
Cy's trajectory is downward.
God is not mocked, Cy.
1 Cor 3:13 Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.
3:14 If any man's work abide which he hath built thereupon, he shall receive a reward.
3:15 If any man's work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire.
It is said that after midnight on Christmas Eve of 1898 during the Spanish-American war, troops stationed along the hills near Havana, Cuba sang the hymn, beginning with one baritone voice until the entire army, Protestant and Catholic, northern and southern, were all singing together.
What in the name of god is everyone here fucking talking about?
The devil did get in Cy and Bill did show up at the end thanks to the spirit. Psyche or pneuma? Both a ghost, only one has the holy.
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Roughly 100,000 British and German troops were involved in the unofficial cessations of hostility along the Western Front. The first truce started on Christmas Eve 1914, when German troops decorated the area around their trenches in the region of Ypres, Belgium and particularly in Saint-Yvon (called Saint-Yves, in Plugstreet/Ploegsteert – Comines-Warneton), where Capt. Bruce Bairnsfather described the truce.
The Germans placed candles on their trenches and on Christmas trees, then continued the celebration by singing Christmas carols. The British responded by singing carols of their own. The two sides continued by shouting Christmas greetings to each other. Soon thereafter, there were excursions across No Man's Land, where small gifts were exchanged, such as food, tobacco and alcohol, and souvenirs such as buttons and hats. The artillery in the region fell silent. The truce also allowed a breathing spell where recently killed soldiers could be brought back behind their lines by burial parties. Joint services were held. In many sectors, the truce lasted through Christmas night, continuing until New Year's Day in others.
On Christmas Day, Brigadier-General Walter Congreve, then commanding 18 Infantry Brigade, stationed near Neuve Chapelle, wrote a letter recalling the Germans initiated by calling a truce for the day. One of his brigade's men bravely lifted his head above the parapet and others from both sides walked onto no man's land. Officers and men shook hands and exchanged cigarettes and cigars, one of his captains "smoked a cigar with the best shot in the German army", the latter no more than 18 years old. Congreve admitted he was reluctant to personally witness the scene of the truce for fear he would be a prime target for German snipers
The devil did get in Cy and Bill did show up at the end thanks to the spirit. Psyche or pneuma? Both are ghost and both are spirit, only one has the holy.
>tfw the thread gets taken over by gnostic bots
can i buy some dmt from you?
That's the wrong one, let us sing How Firm a Foundation as Mr. Hickok is laid to rest. They sung it in Cuba like in Deadwood, 20 years before WW1.
Best song on any show is that hymn, all the different voices singing at different times and tones and speeds with all the baritone. With the plaintive fiddle. And the Reverend swaying and feeling the Force in the sun.
It was like that one Christmas in Cuba, starting with the same heady baritone. But it was 100s of voices, all out of sync and mixing up words. Would have swayed harder than the Reverend. Such consolation laid for our faith in these excellent words.
I'm putting out the cinnamon for all you good anons to put on your peaches, this is the most coherent thread I've seen on this board in years
t.nimble as a forest creature
David Milch revealed the mysteries of Deadwood unto me and I got to watch some cool surfing.
I usually reveal the mysteries of Twin Peaks and David Lynch on here but me and Milch go back way longer. It's all the same thing though. Blessed be the Bozos.
Second best.
Best song is obviously twisted little man
You'd have to look back to the river to see what went wrong with Cy and where he invited the demon in. Eddie saw it. He saw it up in that room, and Joanie. Cy doesn't believe he's seen a good one until he sees one with maggots in its eyes.
Bill sees a man who intends him harm. Sees his friend Bullock and gives his sight to Jane. Joanie doesn't see and tells her otherwise. Jane is unconvinced but excited for their tour of Europe. Harry has gas one more time.
Ending songs are deuterocanonical.
Put on the mind of John from Cincinnati and you'll hear his father's words. Hear his father's words and speak them.
my point stands
Yeah that's season 1 best closer but How Firm a Foundation and the philosophy behind that scene is the absolute core of Deadwood. And the tune can't be beat, every word has meaning.
John Monad, from the Monists, from Leibnitz, the smallest iota, a spark. When this kind of fire starts, it's very hard to put out.
>deadwood ends with literally al killing all the population of deadwood after becoming a bad cgi resident-evil-like monster
>critics praise it like there's nothing wrong with this at all
talk about jumping the shark
Milch says that several (((people))) have successfully defended dissertations on Milch being a self hating Jew for Jesus and receiving PhDs for it.
>I did not shame myself. I keep an open mind in that area. Kid yourself about your behavior, you'll never learn a fucking thing.
>I knew it was coming too. Fucking Captain, holding me down. I knew what the fuck was next.
When he chopped off your finger?
>He didn't chop off my finger! HEARST chopped my fucking finger off, the other fuck held me down!
>They hold you down, y-you can't get at 'em to help yourself. Fucking cold in here anyway...
You want a blanket?
>If I do I'll put it round me, you ain't boss of the fucking bedclothes!
>They hold you down from behind. Then you wonder why you're helpless. How the fuck could you not be?
I don't like it either.
>Another one that held me down, that fucking Proctor when I tried to get to that ship. He fucking held me, fucking wouldn't let me go. Fucking my mind, y'see, she was being restrained, couldn't get back off and they got on the boat to New Orleans to go suck prick in Georgia. She changed her mind, and I was being restrained by that FAT BASTARD ORPHANAGE PROCTOR!
>Anyway that's it, that's the end of it, that's the fucking conclusion... CHRIST, I'D'VE WISHED TO- ...Though probably she'd'a thrown me overboard anyway, but I'd'a wished to get to that fucking ship. But I was being restrained. I couldn't get from where she'd left me. He held me to that bed, her calling from the ship that had changed her mind.
I don't like it either.
>No, huh? ...What?
When they hold you down.
>I guess I do that, huh, with your fucking hair?
No...
>No? Well, bless you for a fucking fibber.