WHaT u DoN'T NeeD 2 KNoW aBouT Me
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CheCk TheM oUt
TRYiNG 2 GeT MoRe oF
PaST WriTiNGS
BR@!N SQueeZe
(sarcasm and cynism galore)
i don't know who said this but i agree:
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
"Lately, I have come to believe that the principle difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there."
-- Simon Illyan, from A Civil Campaign by L.M. Bujold
from The Devil's Dictionary by the ultimate cynic Ambrose Bierce :
"Patience: a minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue."
"Diplomacy: The patriotic art of lying for one's country."
"Politics: The conduct of public affairs for private advantage."
"Bride, n.: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her."
"Lawyer, n.: One skilled in the circumvention of the law."
"Year, n.: A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments."
"Pleasure, n.: The least hateful form of dejection."
"Reverence: the spiritual attitude of a man to a god and a dog to a man."
"Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves."
"Corporation, n.: An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility."
"Absurdity, n.: A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one's own opinion."
"Acquaintance, n.: A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to."
"Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves."
"Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen."
"Quotation, n.: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another."
"Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum (I think that I think, therefore I think that I am.)"
"Brain, n.: an apparatus with which we think we think."
"Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others."
"Painting: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic."
"Politics, n.: Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles."
"There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don't know."
"Politeness, n.: The most acceptable hypocrisy."
"Truth: An ingenious compound of desirability and appearance."
"Mad, adj.: Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence."
"Love, n.: A temporary insanity curable by marriage."
"Egotist, n.: A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me."
from Mark Twain:
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest."
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
"Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please."
"It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."
"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."
from Voltaire:
"If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him."
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WHaT'S oN MY SH3LF???
Lawrence Sander's book: Timothy's Game
Thursday, February 24, 2005
i was going to update this yesterday but never got around to doing it. had a dream of lala again but in this dream i cannot capture any prevalent emotion. there are 3 people in my dream, my sister and I, and then lala dad. it was morning, setting is the shoe box we live in here. she took out this blue sack which had our trash because flies were swarming over it. a horde of big black flies and they were buzzzing like crazy. she placed it outside, it doesn't look like the hallway of where we live but anyway it was outside our room. when i went out i saw the sack being attacked by all those flies. i remember that the buzzing is really loud, quite disturbing but it's understandable because of their number -the floor looked like a black goo spilled over it because of them. they're not just concentrated on the sack also around the perimeter of the sack down by the floor and qite near our door. i decided to close it. you have to understand there were a lot of them. and they were attacking the sack like crazy. i don't ever remember feeling scared or disgusted. i don't even remember what the trash smelled like. i guess you don't have that kind of sensory perception in your dreams. i just remember closing it. but i don't remember if by sealing the sack ( i did it by just pulling the top down) deterred the flies because the dream seemed to have stopped there. i don't remember anymore.