"If [REDACTED] soulmates exist, then I think
I’ve found mine. I
hope she likes Techno ... :-)"
Ignorance is bliss
happiness is ambition
desolation is knowledge
pain is acceptance
despair is anger
denial is helpless
martyrism is hope for others
advantages taken are causes of martyrism
revenge is sorrow
death is a reprieve
life is a punishment
others’ achievements are tormentations
people are alike
I am different — Dylan
"i must be crazy to fight this war; i must be out of my battered mind."
"One hundred and fifty years of metaphysical rebellion and of nihilism have witnessed
the persistent reappearance, under different guises, of the same
ravaged countenance: the face of human protest. All of them, decrying the human
condition and its creator, have affirmed the solitude of man and the nonexistence
of any kind of morality. But, at the same time, they have all tried to construct a purely terrestrial
kingdom where their chosen principles will hold sway. As rivals of the Creator, they
have inescapably been led to the point of reconstructing creation according to their own concepts.
Those who rejected, for the sake of the world they had just created, all other principles but desire
and power, have rushed to suicide or madness and have proclaimed the apocalypse. As for the rest, who
wanted to create their own principles, they have chosen pomp and ceremony, the
world of appearances, or banality, or again murder and destruction."
- Albert Camus, The Rebel
Wooh, different pen. HA! All right you pathetic fools listen up; I have figured it out.
I’m nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo. I think I try too
hard. But I kinda need to, considering NBK is closing in.
you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no don’t fucking say “well that’s
your fault” because it isn’t, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no. no no
no don’t let the weird looking [REDACTED] KID come along, ooh fucking nooo.
Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned.
The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he
churned that cream into butter and crawled out.
Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.
You walk out of that door, they are going to kill you
"Why won't he just take a taxi to New York or Atlanta?"
"Because I'm not in New York. I'm not in Atlanta."
"You know why the Yankees always win, Frank?"
"'Cause they have Mickey Mantle?"
"No, it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes"
"Why? Why did you die?"
"God is here."
No matter where you go, everyone's connected.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that's why there were all kinds of me's.
There weren't a lot of me's per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that's all.
“Suicide is ugly. It’s wreathed in disgrace. It screams to the world that a person’s life ended in failure. Most people don’t even want to hear about it. As a culture, we believe that people who die by suicide are weak, that they lack willpower, that they’ve taken “the coward’s way out.” We believe that they are selfish, and have acted aggressively. If they cared about their families/spouses/work, they would have found a way to think themselves out of the spiral they were in.”
"Hey mom. Gotta go. It's about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I'm going to a better place. I didn't like life too much and I know I'll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I'm gone. Good-bye. Reb..."
Dylan gets dressed, pulling on a black trenchcoat.
"I'm fat on this side," he says and starts talking about how he looks "fat with all the stuff on".
He tries to toss the TEC-9 into his hand from where it's hanging on the sling but his coat prevents the move.
Dylan: "I'll have to take the coat off."
Dylan complains then about how he doesn't want to take off the coat -- he says he likes his coat. The boys begin discussing how "fucking snow is gay" and that they "hope the shit clears out by Tuesday, actually Sunday". Eric says he needs "dry weather for my fires"
I think she cried at my funeral, I don't mean to brag about it or anything, but I'm pretty sure she did.
I'm not sitting in the back.
'Cause everybody knows guy in the back seat doesn't have a cock.
I'm not going out tonight.
It just makes me depressed.
So, what you gonna do? Kill yourself?
If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. Kill Narcissus.
I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
Kill the part that’s all about you and nobody else because that’s the part that makes you want to curl up and die.
he couldn't believe how easy it was
he put the gun into his face
(so much blood from such a tiny little hole)
problems have solutions
a lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash
in this world
the deepest shade of mushroom blue
spilling out of my head
"Do you really care what these sicko fucks think about your leap of faith?"
"This family is suffocating me. I can’t breathe anymore. I feel ugly inside I feel dirty. They will never except the real me. I’m sorry. Don’t forgive me, forgive yourself."
"Salvation is on every street corner and you take one space or you give it"
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same. Yet I feel my heart is aching. Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking. And the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real. I know that I dead, yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed
This is not the place for you to project your insecurities
and judgements. Realize that you are not like me, and you
will never be like me. Realize that my mind exists
in another dimension and I am granting you access to
this brand new world.
"... brooding on the fact that there is no one even for you to feel
vindictive against, that you have not, and perhaps never will have, an object for
your spite, that it is a sleight of hand, a bit of juggling, a card-sharper's
trick, that it is simply a mess, no knowing what and no knowing who, but
in spite of all these uncertainties and jugglings, still there
is an ache in you, and the more you do not know, the worse the ache."
"i am the face of loneliness and misery,
of isolation and anger,
of exhaustion and anxiety,
of anguish and grace."
It's a beautiful day!
It's a rather nice day.
A day for a glorious wedding!
A rehearsal, my dear, to be perfectly clear.
A rehearsal for a glorious wedding!
"With this hand,
I will lift your sorrows.
Your cup will never empty,
for I will be your wine.
With this candle,
I will light your way in darkness.
With this ring, I ask you to be mine."
"It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”