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I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.

"Nobody's safe when you're around!"

You've had nature explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the living body explained to you and you're bored with it, you've had the universe explained to you and you're bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of 'em, and it doesn't matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it's new, as long as it's new, as long as it flashes and fuckin' bleeps in forty fuckin' different colours.

I can't see ya, but I know you're here. I can feel it.

If I had only known then who I was now.

I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I'd rather not spend the rest of this winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!

I'm not as sweet as I used to be.

Do shut up Portia.

Fna.

The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.

It seems you have discovered your unpleasant nature.

Sometimes I ask myself how I'd stand up under torture.

Give me an occupation or I shall run mad.


( My posts were not meant conversationally, but it appears I do need to figure out how this thread works. I have an alter named Portia whom I like to razz. The above, rather than meaning I have nothing to do right now, says that I take comfort in working. Sorry to have misunderstood the OP.)

I hate Illinois Nazis.

Well, listen, I am telling you to unthink the unthinkable. Shit, you can't even cope with thinking the thinkable.