"He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad," -Quote from "Scaramouche" by Rafael Sabatini 1921
...never before had i found a quote that so well described me...aside from this one...
"Sometimes I lay awake at night and ask, "Where have I gone wrong?"
Then a voice says, "This is going to take more than one night."
Charlie Brown in "Peanuts," Charles M. Schulz
"The young get less bolder
The legends get older
But I stay the same" Marilyn Manson - Mutilation is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery
I am a simple man, in a complicated way. My great loves are Independent Professional Wrestling and Transformers. i love reading comics, i find investing in these characters and loving the world their in very satisfying. i LOVE movies...comedies, animated films, supherhero movies...i just love sitting down and watching a great movie.
Everything Old, is New again.
"This Is How It Ends.In Thunder and Spitting Lightning. In a Storm-Lashed Onslaught -- Our Past Transgressions and Blinkered Inequities Revisited In Purging Fire and Roaring Fury.Fate-Crushing, Inexorable--Cannot, Will Not...Be Held At Bay Indefinitely!"
I Leave you with this quote...one of my alltime faves from Watchmen. It is in reference to the case tha turned Rorschach into...well, Rorschach.
"Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in the night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and god was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, Lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hellbound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existance is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for to long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not god who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to dogs. Its us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world." -Rorschach, From the Graphic novel "Watchmen"
