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Infinite Crises


 

Spent more years than I remember In a club where every member Never feels as if he quite belongs
Magic is everywhere. It's in the color of the sky, the sound of traffic, the shadow of a radiator on a tobacco-stained wall... Every time a girl opens her eyes--that's magic. Every time a tired worker leans back from his desk and yawns--that's magic. Every tear, every sigh, every gesture and smile--all of it, everywhere, is magic.
don't dream it be it
i'm drunk and right now i am so in love with you and i don't want to think too much about what we should or shouldn't do lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car nothing quite like the feel of something new
To be equal you have to add or subtract And I have never liked math
This town needs an enima!
I respect the fact that you don't eat meat. Please respect the fact that I don't eat fake meat.
Looking for Girls who want boys Who like boys to be girls Who do boys like they're girls Who do girls like they're boys Always should be someone you really love
Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion.
There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
Cheers make girls do stupid cartwheels. Orgasms make people feel good.
Soon my mind and thoughts will blend with hers. Soon something wholly new will burst form from the cocoon of our conjoined histories. But in the brief time left to us before that happens, we know.. both of us... what we want to do. Spread our wings wide... ... and fly. And we will keep flying, long after our wings have moulted. Long after we have fallen, with grattitude, into the arms of the Earth. Long after the memory of the Shining Ones is erased from our minds (if not our hearts). And we will never stop flying.
More famous than Jesus, better dressed than Santa Claus, wouldn't be seen dead on a cross and has never been caught up a chimney. So I deserve your money more.

We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom.


I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
The more that you fear us, the bigger we get. And don't be suprised when you discover it.
God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs. Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the Earth.
You make my nads explode with joy.
I'm so sick of cute dumb people making cute dumb babies!
Well bugger me with a coracle if that don't beat all.
We are living In the age In which the persuit of all values Other than Money. Success. Fame. Glamour. Has either been discredited Or destroyed. Money. Success. Fame. Glamour. For we are living in The Age of The Thing.
And the world spreads its legs For another fucking star! Cause I am the all-american Antichrist. I was made in America, And America hates me for what I am. I am your shit. You should be ashamed of what you have eaten.
Honor's killed millions of people, hasn't saved a single one.
And God created Man. And Man created Machine. And Machine; Machine created Music. And Machine saw every thing it had made, and said, Behold.
Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a dangerous enemy indeed.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea If by random whim one occurs to me But sadly, this can never be I am not allowed to think
He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.
D'you know He's coming back? Oh yes. He'll be born in South Central Los Angeles this time. He'll run with the Eight-Tray Gangsters until He realizes who He is. After that He'll work tirelessly for the peaceful advancement of African-American culture... He'll end up leading a Green Anarchist Coalition in Hell's Kitchen, and a man named Geldoff will kiss Him on the cheek before an N.Y.P.D. Swat Team. Just like last time, neither the religious establishment nor the government will believe Him. And He, in turn, will once again mis-identify the primary motivating factor of humanity as love. And... of course... just like last time... He'll leave things in a much worse mess than He found them. All the same... He'll look pretty good up there with dreadlocks and a Fender Stratocaster, won't He?
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