good riddance
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to those people who made 2005 a tainted shit mist, some quotes:
princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
you used to be so amused
at napoleon in rags and the language that he used
go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?
~bob dylan
you know i was never really frightened by the bopheads and the potheads with their silliness never really frightened me either, but these goddam screwheads, they terrify me. and the poor doomed, the young, and the silly, the honest, the weak, the italians... they're doomed, they're lost, they're helpless, they're somebody else's meal, they're like pigs in the wilderness...they are both gone now. but i don't think i'm going to believe that until I can gnaw on both of their skulls with my very own teeth. fuck those people, huh? if they're out there, i'm going to find them and i'm going to gnaw on their skulls. because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me.
~hunter s. thompson
and it saddens me like televised casualties. i'll be hung in the village square in exactly 5 minutes; you don't want to miss it.
as a token of my discontent regarding the equation, i'm officially closed for consultation.
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float.
~aesop rock
"wrong, sir, WRONG! under section thirty-seven b of the contract signed by him it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if - and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy - "i, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera, fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera, memo bis punitor delicatum!" it's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! you stole fizzy lifting drinks! you bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! you lose! good day, sir!"
~roald dahl via willy wonka
to those people who made 2005 a tainted shit mist, some quotes:
princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
you used to be so amused
at napoleon in rags and the language that he used
go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?
~bob dylan
you know i was never really frightened by the bopheads and the potheads with their silliness never really frightened me either, but these goddam screwheads, they terrify me. and the poor doomed, the young, and the silly, the honest, the weak, the italians... they're doomed, they're lost, they're helpless, they're somebody else's meal, they're like pigs in the wilderness...they are both gone now. but i don't think i'm going to believe that until I can gnaw on both of their skulls with my very own teeth. fuck those people, huh? if they're out there, i'm going to find them and i'm going to gnaw on their skulls. because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me.
~hunter s. thompson
and it saddens me like televised casualties. i'll be hung in the village square in exactly 5 minutes; you don't want to miss it.
as a token of my discontent regarding the equation, i'm officially closed for consultation.
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning
i float.
~aesop rock
"wrong, sir, WRONG! under section thirty-seven b of the contract signed by him it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if - and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy - "i, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera, fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera, memo bis punitor delicatum!" it's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! you stole fizzy lifting drinks! you bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! you lose! good day, sir!"
~roald dahl via willy wonka
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