Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Oi! May I please complain about men fiddling with things - and messing up the settings on my heater - without people starting a debate on principles?
And my sisyphean stone returns to the foot of the hill.
Godammit Jeremy, what the hell kind of chow mein is this? Skimp on the mushrooms much?
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
right now?
that the doc used to care...but things have changed...
ROAR!
Dammit jenn, I'm running out of charming and funny things to say...but not completely out.
I just found out that Miley Cyrus covered Smells Like Teen Spirit. If ever there were confirmation of atheism that is it. The world has officially ended. Thus has sounded the seventh trumpet of the apocalypse.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake