Molochai

SPORTS UPDATE- Lions:15, Christians:0. 'Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.'
+++ Atheists are people who have no invisible means of support. + I only kill to know I'm alive. + Pain looks good on other people; that's what they're for. + Of course I still love you. Now stop whining and let me shoot you. + All men have the right to dig their own graves, and I have the right to sell them shovels. + Never judge a man 'til you have walked a mile in his shoes, 'cause by then, he's a mile away, you've got his shoes, and you can say whatever the fuck you want. + You wouldn't be so smug if you really knew what was going on. + Death without pain is like a sundae without sprinkles. + The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist is afraid that it is. + "Why ask why, just shut up and die." + The quickest way to a man's heart is through his ribcage. + Acting without thinking can be awfully entertaining. + Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence. + Deceive boys with toys, but men with oaths. + Humans: Bet you can't eat just one! + Sarcasm helps you avoid telling people what you really think of them. + Power corrupts. Absolute power is kinda nifty. + Few things work up an appetite like good, wholesome, sadomasochistic sex. + Of course it belongs to me, I'm a communist. + Remember: most people do not know how to behave in a massacre. + Cannibalism is a small price to pay for popularity. + Being good at being stupid doesn't count. + Um. No. It's not mayonnaise. + Bite me. It's fun. + I don't have a drinking problem... I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem. + The problem with troubleshooting is that real trouble shoots back. + If you are what you eat, I could be you by morning. + Anything not nailed down is mine. Anything I can pry loose is not nailed down. + Welcome to Borger King. Your way will be assimilated. + That which does not kill me had better run pretty damn fast. + Today is an excellent day to become a missing person. + I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs and insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me. + A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day. + Admiration: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves. + Question Authority -- and the authorities will question you. + The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught. + Confidence: a feeling peculiar to the stage just before full comprehension of the problem. + Every absurdity has a champion to defend it. + Ignorance can be cured -- but stupid is forever. + Fidelity: A virtue peculiar to those who are about to be betrayed. + The decision doesn't *have* to be logical, it was unanimous. + Blessed are they that run around in circles, for they shall be known as wheels. + Well, it looks like blind, screaming hedonism won out... + The reason people get lost in thought is because it is, to many, rather unfamiliar territory. + If you're so special, why aren't you dead? + Don't knock masturbation; isn't sex with someone you love the best kind? + Drive carefully. 90% of the people in the world are caused by accidents. + People are blinky! + Money can't buy happiness, but poverty can't buy ANYTHING. + You can't lick the system, but you can certainly give it a damn good fondling... + As long as the music's loud enough, we won't hear the world falling apart...
"If the thought of doing something makes me giggle for longer than fifteen seconds, then I am to know that I am not allowed to do it."
"Twig kept up a steady string of curses as they drove into DC. The streets seemed skewed to him, the signs incomprehensible. Finally he turned the wrong way down a one-way street, screeched to a halt in front of a fancy hotel, and said, 'That's where we're staying.'
Molochai waved the parking valet over, and Twig presented him with the keys to the van. 'Remember which one's ours,' he told the valet. 'We want this van back, not some pussy Volvo.'"
- Excerpt, Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite
^ (Good fucking music.) ^
Finally got the fuck out of that hellhole. If you're a northwesterner, and you've ever been to Colorado, you understand my feeling of relief now that I've escaped. If you've never been, then just consider yourself lucky and don't question it. If you live there.... hahaha, god... life sucks, don't it?
Anyway. So yeah, I barely made it out of there with my sanity intact. It was worth it, I love Seattle.
I spent my first week here being sick and grouchy. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that I spent the last three weeks in Colorado getting shitfaced and habitually staying up until 4am. Meh.
I'm still looking for more good music. So send me DL suggestions.
"The vampires got into town sometime before midnight. They parked their van in an illegal space, then got hold of a bottle of Chartreuse and reeled down Bourbon Street swigging it by turns, their arms around one another's shoulders, their hair in one another's faces. All three had outlined their features in dark blots of makeup, and the larger two had teased their hair into great tangled clumps. Their pockets were stuffed with candy they ate noisily, washing it down with sweet green mouthfuls of Chartreuse. Their names were Molochai, Twig, and Zillah, and they wished they had fangs but had to make do with teeth they filed sharp, and they could walk in the sunlight as their great-grandfathers could not..."
- Excerpt, Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite
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