There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. -Robert Service
zirconium star awarded for martial arts accomplishment by locke baron
gold star awarded for White Ball, Yellow Ball by lizardinlaw
"Only yesterday I was no different than them, yet I was saved. I am explaining to you the way of life of a people who say every sort of wicked thing about me because I sacrificed their friendship to gain my own soul. I left the dark paths of their duplicity and turned my eyes toward the light where there is salvation, truth, and justice. They have exiled me now from their society, yet I am content. Mankind only exiles the one whose large spirit rebels against injustice and tyranny. He who does not prefer exile to servility is not free in the true and necessary sense of freedom.”
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"The coast is never clear if you aren't brave,"
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What if the breath that kindled those grim fires
Awaked should blow them into sevenfold rage
And plunge us in the flames?
Spittle was running down his chin in little quivering rivulets of rage
The tunnels go on for miles, and there are many dead ends
chewy candy centers of moral correctness and I'll ask the questions here
I like to lick the sun when I'm bored
I am afraid of ice cubes
Sometimes I forget how many legs I have
long hard strokes from the tough love stick of stern authority
It's amazing how much you can communicate with little more than a core vocabulary of five poorly pronounced words you'll never hear on television
Do you believe a taxi driver would be capable of doing this to you?
dirty hunger of the risen state
Liquid fat had pooled under Harold's body
It's all just make-believe, a girl playing pretend
evil spell-binders of women
no matter their claims
jet fuel will not melt steel beams
the war is a lie
"Truth is like poetry,
and most people fucking hate poetry."
-Overheard in a Washington D.C. bar
Humans are enslaved by word,
the most efficient mind control.
Shackles & whips are obsolete.
"When you feel that rope tighten on your neck you can feel the devil bite your ass!"
-Tuco, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
The Woman in Red seduced and brought to justice to wertperch for a C! and 10XP
pepper box an act of selfless service
M-4 Bison an act of selfless service
cheatgrass harvested, baled, and delivered to Noung for a C!
Devil amongst the Tailors wrestled and overcome for wertperch for a C! and 25 Votes
Biscuits and gravy an act of selfless service
C-130 Hercules an act of selfless service
Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
What demon hath formed this abominable void...
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen -
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
Here is her secret place
From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight
Here is her cup, filled with its poisons
In these horrid vales
And here, her scarlet Veil, woven in pestilence and war
Here is Jerusalem, bound in chains
In the dens of Babylon...
Keep your fucking labels to yourself. I don't want them.
I drive a Subaru. I own guns. I don't give a shit who you marry. I don't believe in your god. I make money.
There used to be some shit here.
No sir, I am not joking. If I was joking, you would be laughing and clearly no jockularity can be heard from you at this moment. This is what we call a serious moment and our serious faces. Now we know the difference ... and we can move on.