‘Screws fall out all the time. The world’s an imperfect place.’
– John Bender
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘Screws fall out all the time. The world’s an imperfect place.’
– John Bender
Forgive and forget
That’s what they say
Be the bigger person
Just walk away
Well I must be cut
From a different cloth
For I’ll never tire
Of unleashing my wroth
‘Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you…’
‘Dry your eyes, mate’
‘All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.
It is the secret of their attraction.’
– Oscar Wilde
‘I journey through the desert of the mind
With no hope…’
‘Buddy, I’m still alive…’
‘Thank God I found the good in goodbye…’
‘Standing in the door of the Pink Flamingo
Crying in the rain…’
“My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”
– Sir Anthony Hopkins
‘And I’m wasted all the time
I’ve gotta drink you right off of my mind…’
“If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high … hooray for you”
-Dorian Corey
‘A man can tell a thousand lies
I’ve learned my lesson well…’
‘I am a man more sinned against than sinning.’
King Lear: Act III, Scene II
‘All relationships are emptying and temporary…’
‘… I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither…’
Hamlet: Act II, Scene II
(or Withnail – your choice)
‘Tomorrow comes, to take me away…’
I don’t care
If you don’t understand
Because this
Isn’t meant
For you
‘Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free’
I know it’s not
For the faint of heart
But it helps me
Every day
So just deal with it
Or not
As I’m not arsed
Either way
‘Feel sick and dirty,
More dead than alive…’
‘Cause on you my tattoo will be bleeding
and the name will stain…‘
‘Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces
I’ll pull out my heart and I’ll feed it to anyone’
‘More than this
You know there’s nothing…’
“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.”
— Ojibwe saying
‘Whatever I do to make it real
It’s never enough…’
‘Hope my body gets better
Do I mean my body or my mind…’
Does anybody know
What we are searching for?
Or where we’re supposed to look?
Because my motivation
Is fading
And it’s getting harder to give a fuck
‘If you walk out on me
I’m walking after you’
‘I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in
On with the show…’
‘So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies…’
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