Marginalia
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God is my Co-Dependent.
Jesus Loves You. Eris is the better lay.
Eris is an open-relationship goddess. She doesn't mind if you worship around.
God appears to us in many ways. In my case God appears with a nice ass, big tits and can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.
And the sign said: long haired,freaky people need not apply
Atheists are a religion with no means of invisible support.
The Body is the only UnMediated Experience. Hit it with Sticks to find out What Happens. -Klintron, MuRyu Dojo
Hahahaha! I can't believe you actually bought this book! I mean look at it, WTF were you thinking? Don't worry, for what it counts I won't think any less of ya. Just tell everybody you were too drunk. We all know feigning ignorance through alcohol covers more egregious crimes, your boss will probably just playfully elbow your side as he gets back to caring about solitare. You probably should get back to that too, it's got a lot more bite than anything that could possibly be in this book, or any book for that matter.
If you rub hard enough, it will penetrate.
The gentle cows stand quietly to be milked.
Faith can move mountains and fly planes into building
Prisoner 9818783, a former socialite turned drunk driver, was released after 3 days due to mental health issues.
Hesitation is for those who can't handle the impact.
If I knew the answer I'd sell it to you for $20.
The sanity is : IN
"All that was: will be.
All that wasn't: can't.
Now fetch me a Pop Tart motherfucker."
-- Colin Powell in one of his more lucid moments.
The kingdom of Eris is like an Apple computer store during a blackout.
"ITS NOT AN APPLE ITS A MAGIC BANNANNA" Billy/Mr Atoms
"Sticking apart is more fun when we do it together." ~ Saint Mae
A long time ago, Eris found two Chaos-minded individuals with a bit of time on their hands, and told them to go forth and make fake crop circles in Her name. And they picked a field, and did.
The next day there was a huge frenzy as people flocked to the field and climbed all over each other trying to figure out what exactly had happened and how. Eris dropped by and was very pleased at her chosen ones' work.
"I love it," She said. "You should do more."
"Oh, definitely," one of them said. "I've already picked where I want to do the next one." The other whined, "It was cold, and dark, and I got rope burns on my hands, and my wife thinks I was off with another woman."
But Eris had already disappeared.
She promptly forgot all about this, until years later, when people started using GPS navigation to tell them where to drive. She disguised Her voice and directed several cars into a wheatfield, and enjoyed Herself immensely.
However, by now crop circle making had become something of an art form, with people jostling and trying to outdo each other, and they took pictures and made videos of How They Had Done It. And Eris's creation was almost completely ignored.
"Bugger," said Eris, and went to look for cough drops.
Real men aren't big enough to be real men.
If seal is broken, ingest immediately
"But what if i get caught"
- Motherfucker: you are already caught. Better ask yourself; What if I get free?
DO NOT WRITE IN THIS SPACE
RIGHT HERE
print a few copies
go from door to door
offer the word of
lies, truth, disorder
and plumper hot dogs
Whatever you do, don't!
Grocery clerk got your order but can't bag it
Lets play hockey but not score
Paint is bought but never laid
Nothing sadder than a town with no whore
Base chaos, now I see, that in thy void ”
There is a dogma, to which greyface beings aspire,
And tumble towards headlong. That dogma touched I,
And, seeing my flesh and bones charbroiled to crisp meat,
Why should I grieve for my place in the food chain?
Not longer at the top, farewell, weep not for me – soylent green,
The ancient ones must be fed and I, as livestock,
Gets crammed and fattened while awaiting the last supper.
body said: Find your angles!
mind said: Find your angels!
i said: i did...
- gasp* it's the spag of the gaps
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist lies a birth-machine for a parallel universe
Man is free at the instant he escapes from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
-Voltaire / Dante
Love, which absolves no beloved one from loving, looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was much like another, and the sea is always the same.
-Dante / Kerouac / Conrad
It is the stillest words that bring on the bullet. Between the eyes of every endangered panda, static comes on doves’ feet.
-Nietzsche / Palahniuk
My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last; we shall be free; the Almighty hath not built The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice make them know, what 't is to let a queen Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. — Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown. To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
-Milton / Shakespeare
(Titus Andronicus punishes Satan, Tamora tells off God)
Cram you Damnulus!
"What makes the desert beautiful," says the little prince, "is that I'm just going through a phase right now. Everybody goes through phases and all, don't they?"
--The Little Prince / Catcher in the Rye
This next part I don't remember so hot. All I know is I got up from the bed, like I was going down to the can or something, and I walked over to the TV set and turned it on to a dead channel-white noise at maximum decibels. Only, I missed. I didn't connect. This is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. It probably hurt him a little bit, but not as much as I wanted. Not even the Sun God wants to watch. It probably would've hurt him a lot, but I did it with my right hand, and I can't make a good fist with that hand. Don't waste any time with cheap shucks and misdemeanors. Go straight for the jugular. Get right into felonies.
--Catcher in the Rye / Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Mr. Burns: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Bart: Voldemort?
Mr. Burns: Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conviently enough, lies in your pocket.
[Bart attempts to escape.]
Mr. Burns: Stop him!
[Smithers blocks Bart by snapping his fingers, causing flames to block off every exit.]
Will Turner: The Black Pearl?
Jack Sparrow: Do you want to know what it is?
[Will Turner nods]
Jack Sparrow: The Black Pearl is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. The drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths. And all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Will Turner: What truth?
Jack Sparrow: That you are a slave, Will Turner. Like everyone else you were born into bondage.
Elizabeth Swann: You like pain? Try wearing a corset!
Jack Sparrow: Born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Black Pearl is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. [opens hand, unveiling blue pill] You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. [opens hand, unveiling red pill] You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Remember: all I'm offering is wearing a corset. Nothing more.
[Will Turner takes the red pill after a few moments of thought, and washes it down with a mouthful of rum from the bottle next to him]
Jack Sparrow: Follow me.
