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girl in her twenties who has yet to fall down a hole and discover a wondrous world. Enjoys making lists, chewing her bottom lip, and pinching the skin on other people's elbows. Has an extreme fear of spiders.

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  • I tell everybody, I'm tired of being jerked around. Okay? So let's just not pretend. I don't have fuck for a heart. You people are not going to make me feel anything. You are not going to get to me.
  • Nobody's going to trick me into feeling Christlike.
  • I'll prove to her I'm not Jesus Christ. Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is not human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit. And I'm dragging Paige down the hallway.
    • We live and we die and anything else is just delusion. It's just passive chick bullshit about feelings and sensitivity. Just made-up subjective emotional crap. There is no soul. There is no God. There's just decisions and disease and death.
    • What I am is a dirty, filthy, helpless sexaholic, and I can't change, and I can't stop, and that's all I'll ever be.
    • And I'll prove it.
  • The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom.
    • Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace.
    • Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.
  • The unreal is more powerful than the real.
    • Because nothing is as perfect as you imagine it.
    • Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
    • But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
  • And I say, "Please, dude. Tell me the truth."
    • I'm not good and kind and caring or any of that happy horse-shit.
    • I'm nothing but a thoughtless, brain-dead, loser dude. That I can live with. This is who I am. Just a puss-pounding, seam-reaming, dog-driving, fucking helpless sex addict asshole, and I can't ever, ever let me myself forget that.
    • I say, "Tell me again I'm an insensitive asshole."
  • Just keep asking yourself: "What would Jesus NOT do?"
  • Never mind.
    • What I want is to be needed.
    • What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention.
    • Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
  • It's the same way a drug can be something good and something bad.
  • Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
  • I'm not loved. I'm not a beautiful soul. I'm not a good-natured, giving person. I'm not anybody's savior.
oct 7 2008 ∞
jul 22 2014 +