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11 лет 14 дней назад
Ohne Musik wäre das Leben ein Irrtum. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here... (Tom York)
Бог дал мне сил, а я к хуям их протусил. (Автор неизвестен, но чертовски прав)
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. (Greg Camp)
Мне нравится ездить автостопом и нравится летать в бизнес-классе, нравится двадцатый концерт Моцарта для фортепиано и песня "Юго-Восточная Европа" группы Каста. Обожаю. Везде интересно и всё интересно, если отбросить все эти глупые преднастройки на ноль. Вообще почти всё интересно, если вникнуть и почувствовать, а не априори от себя отторгать. И это охуенно, как будто заново ребенком становишься. (Рома Сит via "Мешок из-под картошки")
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? (Irvine Welsh)
Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake." ("Natural born killers")
This world is a school. No one expects to stay in school forever. (Manly P. Hall)