Favourite Quotes and Sayings IV - IV says it all.... IM wont to believe...

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"Never wear shoes you can't run away from the police in" - Willam Belli.

 

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Also Willam:

"I don't like you and I'm allowed to not like you"

"You make think I'm a slut but hey, I don't think of you at all"

"Thanks a lot Tyler Oakely...every faggot with a video camera.." [talking about no-talent (gay) guys on YouTube, thinking they can be entertaining]

"She looks like she's wearing one of those short, bus driver wigs that looks like it should be called "The Helen""

"Thick thighs make a dick rise!"

"Head down, walk fast, no spook" [when you look rough]

"You have to put a little special effort into looking good. I call it the Zeta factor. Ya'll know Catherine Zeta-Jones, right? Oscar winner, trophy wife, bipolar beauty. Well take away the Zeta and she's just ol' Cathy Jones. Aint nobody wanna be Cathy Jones....you gotta throw some fucking Zeta into your life and make it sparkle."

"...if you're a girl and your eyebrows are already where they're supposed to be to make you pretty, well, fine. Why don't you spend the time you save by figuring out how to not bleed from your genitals every month. You're not better than me!"

"if you're trying to fake [a black eye] for court...you want to juxtapose it with upstanding things like clean shoes. You can be a wreck up from the neck up, but don't be beat up from the feet up. Don't wear sneakers to court ever. If you receive a summons, borrow a baby. Even better if it's a crier...babies definitely help with the sympathy factor. I fuck a lawyer and he told me, so yeah."

"A genital piercing is like fighting. It may sound good at first, but somebody is gonna end up fucking up their teeth."

 

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"I was quiet as a mouse
As I snuck into your house
And did Roofies with your spouse
In a nit and out a louse
Lice are lousy all the time
The drink your blood and steal your wine
Say 'shut up and quit your cryin';
Give it time and you'll be fine'

You're so nice and you're so smart
You're such a good friend I have to break your heart
I'll tell you that I love you then I'll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn't tear your world apart

I like boys with strong convictions
And convicts with perfect diction
Underdogs with good intentions
Amptutees with stamp collection
Sunboard, seaboard, cross the ocean
Salty noses, suntan lotion
I like boys who like their mothers
And I have a thing for brothers
But they always wait 'till we're under the covers
Sayin' 'I'm so glad we're not lovers'

You're so nice and you're so smart
You're such a good friend I have to break your heart
I'll tell you that I love you then I'll tear your world apart
Just pretend I didn't tear your world apart

I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
I like my new bunny suit
When I wear it I feel cute" - Kimya Dawson.

 

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"I want to play a game" - Jigsaw, Saw

 

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"Your suffering will be legendary, even in Hell" - Lead Cenobite, Hellraiser

 

[Kaden_Nite]

"Fool me once; shame on you.
Fool me twice; shame on you again you mean-spirited, morally illiterate, two-time backstabbing cunt."

 

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“Hi I’m @F.U.B.A.R. ”

 

[Shambles]

Against stupidity we are defenceless. Neither protests nor force can touch it; arguments fall on deaf ears. Evil always carries the seeds of its own undoing - it creates unease. But stupidity feels self-satisfied, immune, and convinced if its own rightness. And that makes it far more dangerous.

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The video I swiped it from is also of relevance…

 

[Perkins : Reborn]

But this Sun brings something, while it lasts - something strange: a quite quiet remembrance of the joys and beauty of life when personal love lived to
suffuse us with both happiness and dreams - no death to tear us apart. Yet how many times, how often and how stupidly, did I turn away from the
sharing of such love - from its value, its humanity, its goodness known only, valued only, felt only, with its loss, with such a loss as this? Turned away from
- for what? Some hard, unforgiving, inhuman ideal. Turned away from - too many times these past thirty years so that a storm now wells up inside me as
the clouds of the night grew, waiting to break in a tempest of tears. So stupid, the man that I was, and maybe still am.

 

[jasperkent]

Before I judge a man I walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if he gets mad at me, I'm a mile away. And I've got his shoes. -- Dave Barry

 

[Perkins : Reborn]

It is just past mid-September and warm, very warm, with small Cumulus clouds beneath a joyful sky of blue and I am awake, it seems, at last, from the daily dream of the past six or more weeks when I sleep-walked through life to wake only briefly, so briefly, to cry unexpected as when I two days ago walked one narrow path where trees reared up, arching over as some cathedral isle, and bright morning sunlight filtered and fractured to touch me, the ground, the life that grew, seeping, around. I cried then such tears as saw me crouched, hunched up, then kneeling - feeling the sorrowful tragedy of her loss, her dying: of my mistakes. A sorrow which the waking dreaming-sleep of those past weeks kept me distant from as I, again and foolishly, meddled, wrote, postured, to keep pain and experience away through a desire, a hope, to believe; through the gestures and words of prayer; through articles written. For I had felt again that I knew; that I had words to issue forth - some role again to help me live and keep such life as mine alive beyond that tragedy of self-inflicted death.

Such tears began to break such illusion, such waking-dreams, down. Now -so green this grass, so warm this Sun of mid-September that I cannot sleep or hold this role any longer. There is, can be, nothing but the flow of life which I as one living being cannot hope to contain, constrain, for I am, in being, no-one and nothing; only one fleeting flicker of life as that insect,living, flickers briefly to fly away lost to sight under Sun.

 

[Perkins : Reborn]

Unfortunately, I do seem to have been cursed, for some forty years, with idealism and with a hubriatic, fanatical, belief in what I deludedly believed was 'a good cause'. Which idealism and which belief caused me, as an extremist, to inflict and contribute to suffering; to incite violence, hatred, prejudice, intolerance.

But my sadness now is because of that extremist past; because of my arrogance; because I did cause such suffering; because I for so long incited violence, hatred, prejudice, intolerance. Because I did what was wrong, and cannot undo the harm done.

This sadness - this knowing of my own mistakes, this knowing of my own arrogance, this knowing of the harm I have done - means that I have no desire whatsoever to try and 'fix the world'. Rather, it means a deep personal remorse, a desire - however silly it might seem to others - for expiation. It means I do not like myself - as a person - knowing what I did, what I was capable of, and maybe still am capable of. It means I have to remember - every day - my mistakes, my uncertitude of knowing, and what is good, numinous, beautiful, innocent. It means living a quiet and quite reclusive life.