Put on your giggle turban, we are off to laugh-ganistan.
"ERROR: YOU CANNOT ADD YOURSELF AS A FRIEND."
"I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles-a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other-that kept me going." - Hunter S. Thompson.
"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing." - Patrick Bateman.
Dinosauria, we
"Born like this - into this - as the chalk faces smile - as Mrs. Death laughs - as the elevators break - as political landscapes dissolve - as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree - as the oily fish spit out their oily prey - as the sun is masked - we are - born like this - into this - into these carefully mad wars - into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness - into bars where people no longer speak to each other - into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings - born into this - into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die - into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty - into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed - into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes - born into this - walking and living through this - dying because of this - muted because of this - castrated - debauched - disinherited - because of this - fooled by this - used by this - pissed on by this - made crazy and sick by this - made violent - made inhuman - by this - the heart is blackened - the fingers reach for the throat - the gun - the knife - the bomb - the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god - the fingers reach for the bottle - the pill - the powder - we are born into this sorrowful deadliness - we are born into a government 60 years in debt - that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt - and the banks will burn - money will be useless - there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets - it will be guns and roving mobs - land will be useless - food will become a diminishing return - nuclear power will be taken over by the many - explosions will continually shake the earth - radiated robot men will stalk each other - the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms - Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground - the sun will not be seen and it will always be night - trees will die - all vegetation will die - radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men - the sea will be poisoned - the lakes and rivers will vanish - rain will be the new gold - the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind - the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases - and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition - the petering out of supplies - the natural effect of general decay - and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard - born out of that - the sun still hidden there - awaiting the next chapter." - Charles Bukowski.
