*On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
*This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
*Put a gun to my ead and paint the wall with my brains.
*It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
*And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
*Stop trying to control everything, and just let go.
*We just had a near life experience.
*You're sorry, I'm sorry, we're all sorry.
*My eyes are open.
*I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn't screw to save it's species. I wanted to open the dump valve on oil tankers and smother all those french beaches i would never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
*Every evening i died, and every evening i was born again. Resurrected.
*The things you own end up owning you.
*We have front row seats to this theatre of mass destruction.
*It's the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could just stop tongueing it. But you can't.
*When people think your dieing, they really listen to you instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
*I became the calm little center of the world. I was the Zen Master.
*Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
*Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
*With insomnia, you're never really asleep, you're never really awake.
*With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
*In the world I see, you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
*You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
*No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
*Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction.
*Stop trying to control everything and just let go.
*Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
*I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
*We are biproducts of the lifestyle obsession.
*Nothing is solved, but nothing matters.
*You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
*You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
*We are all part of the same compost heap.
*Who the fuck do you think you are, you crazy little shit.
*If you wake up in a different place, at a different time, could you wake up as a different person?
*If you lose enough safety.
*Our fathers were models for God. If our fathers failed, what does that tell you about God.
*How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight. I don't want to die without any scars.
*It could be worse. A women could cut off your penis while your sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
*I felt like destroying something beautiful.
*We're not killing anyone, we're settin them free.
*We have just lost cabin pressure.
*You always hurt the one you love. Well it works both ways.
*Find some cause.
*Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ok, you are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend near 400 gallons of nitroglycerine.
*Now, a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch.
*I am Jack's:
-medulla oblangada.
-colon.
-raging bile duct.
-cold sweat.
-complete lack of surprise.
-wasted life.
-smirking revenge.
-inflamed sense of rejection.
-broken heart.
*I am Jill's nipple.
*Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is there slave.
Stuff:
I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.
and you can form with the best of intention. Change comes from inside. And after all thats' what this country was founded on, do nothing different just fall in line.
death is but the next great adventure.
the fever called "Living" is conquered at last.
Who needs actions when you got words?
School is practice for the future, and practice makes perfect and nobodys perfect so why bother.
eternal happiness for one dollar? I'd rather keep the dollar.
you tried your best, and failed miserably... The lesson is, NEVER TRY.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Where is my mind?
Good. Bad. I'm the one with the gun.
We hope your rules and your wisdom choke you.
Why does my life have to be so small and death is forever. And does forever have a life to call it's own. Don't give me an answer cause you only know as much as i know. Unless you've been there once how i hardly think so.
It's our time to shine through the down. Glorified by what is ours. We've fallen in love. It was the best idea I ever had Today I fell and felt better. Just knowing this matters I just feel stronger and sharper. Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful thing. Do you want a song of glory. Well I'm fucking screaming at you.
I don't want to waste my time become another casualty of society. I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity And back down.
So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in
We're the first ones to jump in line
Dude! Fuck, Man.
