Run for cover motherfucker
We paced the pavement streets for hours at a time; hand in hand underneath blankets of fluorescent light. Fear pierced our index fingers together, shadows crawling on the edges of half glimpsed horrorfilms from the 1987's. What an awful year for existence participants. No matter the cause or injury seduced from sexual confrontation, the donor is always wondering when the acts from the play will end and they'll be able to go home to their heavenly homes. Cheap alliteration plagues my fingers like yeast infections to particularily packed vaginas.
Sadist.
The marquis.
Please invest some money into any translated (unless of course you speak and read french, non-quebec french, the original kind i suppose one would claim) texts of his work. I sure hope I spelled his name correctly, Mister. Himmler!
We searched dogma quotes until the proper ones were found. Mayhap I'll copy paste them.
Please hold.
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...end program/
Whoa. Kay now one second.
Bartleby: I was close, you know? I was so close to slitting that bitch's throat.
Loki: Whoa.
Bartleby: You know how I felt? Righteous. Justified. Eager, even.
Loki: Are you all right, man? Your eyes are kind of --
Bartleby: My eyes are open. For the first time, I get it. When that little innocent girl let her mission slip, I had an epiphany. See, in the beginning, it was just us and Him - angels and God. Then, He created humans. Ours was designed to be a life of servitude and worship and bowing and scraping and adoration. He gave them more than He ever gave us. He gave them a choice. They choose to acknowledge God, or choose to ignore Him. All this time we've been down here, I've felt the absence of the Divine Presence, and it's pained me, as I'm sure it must have pained you. And why? Because of the way He made us! Had we been given free will, we could choose to ignore the pain, like they do. But no - we're servants!
Loki: Okay... You know, all I'm saying here is that one of us might need a little nap.
Bartleby: Wake up! These humans have besmirched He's bestowed on them. They were given paradise - they threw it away. They were given this planet - they destroyed it. They were favored first and best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists! And in spite of it all, He has shown them infinite flippin patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you, once, to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. Where was His infinite flippin patience then? It's not right! It's not FAIR! We've paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think it's time we went home? (a pause) And to do that, I... I think we might have to dispatch our would-be dispatchers.
Pay specific attention to the last two tangents.
Sometimes I really wish things could be so...tangible. Alas, I don't really hold any belief towards that system of man-made moral enslavement...
Missy Elliot is oddly really enjoyable to listen to. Now for all of you white power kids getting angry, suck my nuts. Whatever, coke addict and over-weight, how sassy.
This is all for the moment. oh, and in the movie they apparently say fucking, instead of flippin. GASP.
Sadist.
The marquis.
Please invest some money into any translated (unless of course you speak and read french, non-quebec french, the original kind i suppose one would claim) texts of his work. I sure hope I spelled his name correctly, Mister. Himmler!
We searched dogma quotes until the proper ones were found. Mayhap I'll copy paste them.
Please hold.
....
...
..
.
...end program/
Whoa. Kay now one second.
Bartleby: I was close, you know? I was so close to slitting that bitch's throat.
Loki: Whoa.
Bartleby: You know how I felt? Righteous. Justified. Eager, even.
Loki: Are you all right, man? Your eyes are kind of --
Bartleby: My eyes are open. For the first time, I get it. When that little innocent girl let her mission slip, I had an epiphany. See, in the beginning, it was just us and Him - angels and God. Then, He created humans. Ours was designed to be a life of servitude and worship and bowing and scraping and adoration. He gave them more than He ever gave us. He gave them a choice. They choose to acknowledge God, or choose to ignore Him. All this time we've been down here, I've felt the absence of the Divine Presence, and it's pained me, as I'm sure it must have pained you. And why? Because of the way He made us! Had we been given free will, we could choose to ignore the pain, like they do. But no - we're servants!
Loki: Okay... You know, all I'm saying here is that one of us might need a little nap.
Bartleby: Wake up! These humans have besmirched He's bestowed on them. They were given paradise - they threw it away. They were given this planet - they destroyed it. They were favored first and best among all His endeavors, and some of them don't even believe He exists! And in spite of it all, He has shown them infinite flippin patience at every turn. What about us? I asked you, once, to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them. What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. Where was His infinite flippin patience then? It's not right! It's not FAIR! We've paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think it's time we went home? (a pause) And to do that, I... I think we might have to dispatch our would-be dispatchers.
Pay specific attention to the last two tangents.
Sometimes I really wish things could be so...tangible. Alas, I don't really hold any belief towards that system of man-made moral enslavement...
Missy Elliot is oddly really enjoyable to listen to. Now for all of you white power kids getting angry, suck my nuts. Whatever, coke addict and over-weight, how sassy.
This is all for the moment. oh, and in the movie they apparently say fucking, instead of flippin. GASP.