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CHOKE... Chuck Palahniuk
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"Why do I do anything?
I’m educated enough to talk myself out of any plan.
I do this, this, because it feels good.
Or maybe i dont know why i do it.
In a way, this is why they execute killers.
Because once you’ve crossed some lines,
you just keep crossing them.
Because the minute you give yourself a good reason,
you’ll start chipping away at it."
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.“Why I do this is to put adventure back into
people’s lives. Why I do this
is to create heroes. Put people to the test…You’re the proof of
their courage. The proof they were a hero.
Evidence of their success. I do this because everybody wants to
save a human life with a thousand people watching…
By choking, you become a legend about themselves that these
people will cherish and repeat until they die.
They’ll think they gave you life.
You might be the one good deed,
the deathbed memory that justifies their whole existence.â€.
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"Those cosmetic drugs,
those mood equalizers and antidepressants,
they only treat the symptoms of the bigger problem.
Every addiction was just a way to treat this same problem.
Language was just our way to explain away the wonder of the glory of the world.
Do deconstruct.
To dismiss.
People can’t deal with how beautiful the world really is.".
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.“We’ve taken the world apart, but we have
no idea what to do with the pieces. We’ve spent
so much time judging what other people created that
we’ve created very, very little of our own. I used rebellion
as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.â€.
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Nickole Hasslinger... What does it mean to be green?
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Green is the musty smell of moss,
dark green oozing out of te forest floor and cascading over rocks.
green is soft between your toes and damp with dew.
the trees and leaves create shadows,
spattering light across the ground.
green glints the sun and warms your face into a smile.
you laugh,
you breathe deep.
g r e e n i s f r e e d o m .
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Natasha Yasmeen
simple .. ..
as my world swirls around me, one thing is stationary
laughter is my pillar of clarity.....
in my bizarre land
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