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“i used schutzhund methods of training to teach the duck to attack on command. we went on a killing rampage that lasted three days. we killed many small children and received the nobel prize for our achievements.”
― Yesterday I Was Talking to Myself...
― Yesterday I Was Talking to Myself...
“Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.”
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“Until the age of twelve I thought I was gifted with the power to shape the future, but this power was a crushing burden, it manifested itself in the form of threats, I had to take just so many steps before I got to the end of the sidewalk or else my parents would die in a car accident, I had to close the door thinking of some favorable outcome, for example passing a test, or else I’d fail, I had to turn off the light not thinking about my mother getting raped, or that would happen, one day I couldn’t stand having to close the door a hundred times before I could think of something good, or to spend fifteen minutes turning off the light the right way, I decided enough was enough, the world could fall apart, I didn’t want to spend my life saving other people, that night I went to bed sure the next day would bring the apocalypse, nothing happened, I was relieved but a little bit disappointed to discover I had no power.”
― Suicide
― Suicide
“I. Oranges
There was one orange on the tree
And you walked by.
How could you know that
Death lived inside,
Sleeping in membranes.
How could you know
He would unfold,
Wearing pointed slippers,
Velvet doubet,
And a gold cod-piece
The moment you opened the orange.
How could you have known
He would step out and kill you?
Remember the orange
Shining on the tree
Alone-
And remember not to touch
If there is only one
My hand holds the orange.
Your hand holds mine.
Remember, we hold death
In our hands and
It is because we hold
What is not our own
That death is inside
And we hold him.”
―
There was one orange on the tree
And you walked by.
How could you know that
Death lived inside,
Sleeping in membranes.
How could you know
He would unfold,
Wearing pointed slippers,
Velvet doubet,
And a gold cod-piece
The moment you opened the orange.
How could you have known
He would step out and kill you?
Remember the orange
Shining on the tree
Alone-
And remember not to touch
If there is only one
My hand holds the orange.
Your hand holds mine.
Remember, we hold death
In our hands and
It is because we hold
What is not our own
That death is inside
And we hold him.”
―
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