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http://www.f-you.com John 15:18
I am filled with more and more hatred with every single breath I take. Every silver lining has a dark cloud.
"I remember when we both were bachelors how girls used to fall in love with him, cry over him, threaten to kill themselves over him. And how distressed he'd be about that. Because he really didn't know what the hell it was all about. He could never see his beauty. But what distressed Artie was the power he had over them. he finally came to hate it. Ah, how I would have loved it, girls never fell in love with me like that. How I would love it now, that sheer senseless falling in love with externals, the love never earned by qualities of goodness, of character, intelligence, of wit, of charm, of life-force. In short, how I would like to be loved in a way never earned so that I would never have to keep earning it or work for it. I love that love the way I love the money I win when I get lucky gambling."
The Kid from Brooklyn says it best at
Your Personality Is Like Alcohol
You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.
Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.
You're a pretty bad driver, and your dancing could also use a little work!
What Drug Is Your Personality Like?
I'm sorry, but this shit just doesn't get old.
South Park. Family Guy. Wally George. That's it.
The entire Mario Puzo library. He only has 10 novels to his credit, but each one is absolutely incredible.
from Mary Shelley's _Frankenstein_:
"Shall each man," cried he, "find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone? I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! you may hate; but beware! your hours will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which must ravish from you your happiness for ever. Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions; but revenge remains -- revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die; but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict."
The Monster
When someone tells me they are happy, my ass begins to twitch.