December 6, 2009
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snuh:
This just seems very appropriate right now. Less than three days till boot camp. HOOYAH
December 3, 2009
- "I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives."
December 2, 2009
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"Love is a serious mental disease."
- Plato (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)
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"Never let your mind wander—it’s too little to go out on its own!"
- (via bitchville) (via quote-book)
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"The principle aim of psychotherapy is not to transport one to an impossible state of happiness, but to help (the client) acquire steadfastness and patience in the face of suffering. "
- Carl Jung (via psychotherapy) (via quote-book)
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"We are all giants, raised by pygmies, who have learned to walk with a perpetual mental crouch."
- Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising [via johannal] (via quote-book)
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"Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them’s making a poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge."
- Jerry Seinfeld (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
December 1, 2009
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Happy bday, mr Allen
November 27, 2009
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"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
- Robert Frost (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
November 26, 2009
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"For all that you are
and everything that you do,
I’m thankful, for you."- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
November 25, 2009
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"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."
- Albert Camus (via quote-book)
November 24, 2009
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This happened on my FB status earlier.
ok so here is how it all went down
gary busey was having lunch at chuck e. cheese one day. It was nothing special, just like his every wednesday afternoon.
He was just sitting in his usual booth, which had a phenomenal view of and very convienent access to the ball pit.
Gary was playing it very cool, like any Busey would, petting his cats and mackin’ on his own homegrown tangerines.
Everything was going exactly as planned. Inbetween juicey, delicious bites of his favorite fruits, he would sneak over to the ball pit and discard his used heroin needles.
Last week, after finally having wooed the 45 year old, severely obese and understandably lonely manager to his way of thinking, Gary Busey had successfully
managed to sneak five alligators into the ball pit. Or maybe they were crocodiles. He could never really tell. It didn’t really matter as long as they ate children.
Quite suddenly, there was a ruckus at the front door. In marched a conga line. There were some fifty people all
caught up in some inaudible rhythm. They danced and danced and dance to the nonexistent music. Now, there is nothing that gary busey hates more
than a mother fucking conga line that he didn’t start.
He lept up from his booth…throwing his cat against the wall.
“Listen you fucking cock-suckers! This is now MY FUCKING CONGA LINE. ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WILL BE TIED UP, RAPED, AND MURDERED!”
THe conga line took a quick vote and decided to approve Gary Busey’s hostile take over.
After a few moments of rhtymic confusion, Gary Busey was soon leading them towards the ball pit, because if there is anything that Gary Busey likes more than eating tangerines while petting his cats and watching little children being eaten by alligators in ball pits and the local chuck e. cheese, it is bravely marching through that very same pit leading his own mother-fucking conga line.They started kicking and raging and conga-ing all over that goddamned ball pit and before a sensible ninja could get his bearings, plastic balls and dirty diapers and needles and fucking alligators (or crocodiles) were being thrown about willy-nilly.
Nearby, a fucking one-eyed pirate was sitting eating his cheese pizza with his good vampire friends vladamir and dimitrius. Inbetween bites of his shitty pizza, this pirate, whose name escapes me, but was likely something or other two beards macgregor, was hit all at once with a dirty needle, a dirty diaper, and an alligator (or crocodile). Now, luckily for gary busey, his cats, and his conga line, something or other two beards macgregor was one of the world’s most fair-tempered pirates.
He was very much willing to let this whole thing slide, and in fact he even had a good, heart laugh over it. But vampires, as you may well know, are very hemmed up in tradition and honor and duty and the like.
So without hesitation Vladamir and dimitrius swore an oath to make war with the aforementioned parties and to avenge this horrible offense.So vladamir, dimitrius and two beards MacGregor left chuck e. cheese, and needless to say they were all pretty miffed.
On their way out they bumped into a werewolf, who was like, ‘what the fuck ass-clowns? have some respect for the half-beasts amongst you.”
Vladamir said, ‘fuck off michael j. fox. Go slam dunk a basketball or something you teen wolf piece of shit.”
“That’s it!” the werewolf said, feeling all the many years of prejudices he had suffered coming to a boiling point of anger within him, “you fuckers have had it coming for awhile.” This werewolf had two friends with him. Robocop and Number Five from Short Circuit quickly declared an all out gang war on vampires and pirates.
Not wanting to bite off more than they could chew, Vladamir, Dimitrius and two beards immediately explained how they had been grieviously offended by gary busey and his unruly gang of congonites.
This didn’t satisfy the werewolf and his computerized pals, but it did give their rage a wider target.
Before a ninja could break an unsuspecting neck, a gang of tornado worshipping speed skaters flew by. One of them got tripped up on Number five’s treads and they all uniformly turned and came to a sudden, grating, halt.
They quickly conferred with their tornado god, and after having recieved it’s windy wisdom, they bolted inside the Chuck E. Cheese and headed straight for Gary Busey’s crates of tangerines and his many cats.
After downing many many tangerines, they flew into a citrus fueled rage and began scooping up angry felines and hurling them all about.
They started round-house kicking and tossing cats so fast that no vampire nor pirate nor ninja nor robot nor werewolf nor zombie nor gary busey’s conga line could stop them.
Before you knew it, the entire city block was covered with blood and body partys, both supernatural, and conga-line crazed. Both synthetic and peg-legged.But luckily there was a hoard of zombies roaming nearby. They smelled the blood and felt the death and came rushing so fast that not even the speed skaters with their newly adopted fruits and felines could escape.
November 23, 2009
November 22, 2009
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Albert Camus (photographed by Henri Cartier-Bresson)
