And above all, you let life defeat you. All the gifts your parents gave you, all the love and patience of your friends, you drowned in a neurotoxin. You let misery win. And it will keep on winning till you die -- or overcome it.
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INLAND EMPIRE - Imagine it. An explosion. Of *stars*. Goodbye world of men, money and machines.
INLAND EMPIRE - The furnace has long been cold, despite itself. You're too sad to jerk off. This is not the first time this has happened, either. ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Then it is truly over. You are beyond the help of the page-three girl. You are truly doomed.
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - Think! You can *detect*. In Jamrock. Boogie Street. Couron. Le Royaume, underground. Coal City. On the 8/81-- it will all be yours to sieve through when the last snow has melted.
INLAND EMPIRE - So tell me, how does it feel -- to be close to someone, skin to skin? YOU - It's good, but I'd prefer a man. A solid muscularity would support me better.
I’ve injured my neck/back again but apparently announcing to the world that I’ve ’blown my back out’ isn’t the correct phrasing
VOLITION - You got up from this floor because of a holy vow you made sixteen years ago. With *me*. To wake up exactly 07:30 every morning until the day you die.
VOLITION - I can't help you. I am totally useless. Everything I've said is lies. I want the exact same bad things you want. To stand here, like a pillar of salt.
ECHO MAKER - “Capital does not believe it can fail, which is why it must fail.” VOLITION - So young. So *unbearably* young… HALF LIGHT - Why do you see the two of them with their backs against a bullet-pocked wall, all of a sudden?
This zah got me shittin' like the Henny got me shittin', Shitception
“That's 40 *cents*. Cents are a form of currency one hundred times smaller than the reál. I'm not even going to take this. Come back when you have 130 reál.” Isn't it... evil? The order of magnitude between what is asked of a person -- and what they have?