"Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home." - Glen Bateman, The Stand (C&U), 3rd paragraph of Chapter 42- Stephen King.
GAME CAT"This week's black selection. SKULL SHIT is one heavy fuck. Don't try it alone, kitlings. This Vurt is gonna blast you. You'll be traveling the paths of your own mind, and that's some maze in there. There's a beast at the center and it's angry. Only the chosen know what the beast looks like, because only the chosen get that far. The Cat's been there, of course, and lived to write the review, but i wouldn't wish the sight on my children(if i had any) Unless they're ultra-brats, in which case...feed them this. Skull Shit aka the Synapse Murders, Head Fuck, Temple Vomit, Id Slayer. Call it what you like, do what you like; remember the rule: Be careful. Be very, very careful. Not for the weak. Note: possesion of this beauty can land you a two year stretch. That's a load of game-time to be missing, so stay cool. Keep it close. The Cat has warned you."-The Game Cat, Vurt, by Jeff NoonI had visions, I was in them, I was lookin' into the mirror To see a little bit clearer The rotteness and evil in me.Finger tips have memories I can't forget the curves of your body And when i feel a bit naughty I run it up the flag pole and see, who still looks But no one ever doesI'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot Cause I'm in hellBeen around the world And found that only stupid people are breeding Cretans cloning and feeding And I don't even own a TVPut me in the hospital for nerves And then they had to commit me She told them all I was crazy They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee God damn you.I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot Cause I'm in hellI'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin To live so wellI wanna publish scenes And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue And it doesn't hurt it feels fine It could be your so blind I'd love to turn off time And kill my mind you kill my mind......Ah! Paranoia! paranoia! Everybody's coming to get me Just say you never met me I'm running underground with the moles...digging holes Hear the voices in my head I swear to god it sounds like their snoring But if your poor and your boring The agony and the irony They're killing me well...I'm not sick but I'm not well And I'm so hot Cause I'm in hellI'm, I'm not sick but I'm not well And it's a sin To live this well Paranoia, by Green Day