Kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality. An existentialist state of ever-elusive freedom while existing under unmitigated control.
Sign by Danasoft
Sign by Danasoft
All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny it.
There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.
We’ve arranged a global civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology. We’ve also arranged things so that almost no one understands science or technology. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later, this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.
I do not fear death, in view of the fact that I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
There are two things that are infinite: the universe and human ignorance. And I’m not sure about the universe.
The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.
The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.
The best index to a person’s character is (a) how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and (b) how he treats people who can’t fight back.
Abigail Van Buren
It makes me mad when people say I turned and ran like a scared rabbit. Maybe it was like an angry rabbit, who was going to fight in another fight, away from the first fight.
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves.
Its flowers where government bonds.
Its fruit was diamonds.
It attracted human beings who killed each other around the roots and made very good fertilizer.
Killing Them Softly
Thomas Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words ‘All men are created equal’, words he clearly didn’t believe since he allowed his own children to live in slavery.
He’s a rich white snob who’s sick of paying taxes to the Brits.
So, yeah, he writes some lovely words and aroused the rabble and they went and died for those words. While he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl.
This guy wants to tell me we’re living in a community?
Don’t make me laugh. I’m living in America, and in America you’re on your own. America’s not a country. It’s just a business. Now fuckin’ pay me.
Lucky Number Slevin
Charlie Chaplin entered a Charlie Chaplin look a-like contest in Monte Carlo and came in third. Now, that’s a story. This is something else.
Some people don’t trust a guy with an immaculate record.I do. I have an immaculate record.
The future isn’t here yet, whatever it’s going to be. So, all there is. Is this. The present.
Well, Marcellus Wallace don’t like to be fucked by anybody except Mrs. Wallace.
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
I go on journeys out of my body… and look at my red hands and my mean face… and I wonder about that man that’s gone so wrong. I been becoming a problem to myself.
Have you got hairdryer?
Where did you grow up?
Where do you live now?
What is the highest level of education you have attained?
What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
What's your favorite sport or sports?
mixed martial arts
What kinds of jobs have you held? Industries too!
What hobbies are you into?
What causes are you concerned about today?
failure in life
Which religion (if any) do you follow?
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