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| quote: | Originally posted by infinity HiGH
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here are some others from the same:
Bob, Bob had bitch tits.
With insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.
"Like everyone else, I had become a slave to the IKEA nesting instinct. If I saw something like clever coffee table sin the shape of a yin and yang, I had to have it. I would flip through catalogs and wonder, "What kind of dining set defines me as a person?" We used to read pornography. Now it was the Horchow Collection. I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of wherever."
A foot of concrete is important when your next- door neighbor lets her hearing aid go and has to watch game shows at full volume Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out your floor- to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night.
With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be corporations that name everything. The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Philip Morris Galaxy. Planet Starbucks
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.
"I am Jack's smirking revenge."
"I am Jack's cold sweat"
"I am Jack's raging bile duct"
"I am Jack's broken heart"
"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise"
And then... something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion -- dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
I wasn't really dying, I wasn't host to cancer or parasites; I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
If I did have a tumor, I would name it Marla. Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
With a gun in your mouth, you speak only in vowels.
I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke
If you wake up at a different time and in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
The people I meet on each flight - they're single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together, but that's all we get.
"Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave."
After fighting, everything else in your life has got the volume turned down.
Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
"You are not your job.
You are not how much you have in the bank.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your fucking Khakis.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of
the world."
"In the world I see -- you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist- thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway."
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
We were raised on television to believe that we'd all be millionares, movie gods, rock stars, but we won't. And we're starting to figure that out.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
We are defined by the choices we make.
You just had a near-life experience.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat! It's not a seminar! You have to forget everything you know, everything you think you know - about life, about friendship, about you and me.
The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on, you dance the night away with a stranger, and then you throw it away - the condom, that is, not the stranger.
It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree -- so special, then, bam -- it's abandoned on the side of the road, tinsel still clinging to it. Like sex crime victims, underwear inside-out, bound with electrical tape.
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Great fucking movie that one.
