"Madness. In the end all is madness. Lucid hearts and memories whirl together to make a painting of millions of colors and all we have left is madness."
"The rain falls like silver bullets to make puddles of mirrors which are reflections of something long forgotten. A light turns on in some forgotten corner and I tumble, backward, falling into a pool of memory that I'd rather forget. And I realize suddenly that I'm laying in mud, soaked and freezing. I get up slowly, wondering what happened and impulsively, I run. Run until I can't see the sun in the sky because I am running too fast. Stumble. Fall. And roll over. The sun beats down, searing my eyes. Madness. The word echoes in my mind. In the end all is madness. Nothing matters and all we tried to do and make becomes madness. And the crow still croaks, nevermore."
"If one aspires to do something, but the only means of becoming that thing is by using a brainwashing machine, do you become brainwashed by using that system?"
"What is an angel but a ghost in drag?"
"Going on my merry way, two trains ran over me and carried me to a place of darkness. Days, months, years I cried and lay fetal with no thought. Until I heard a being but he turned and fled and I followed his tracks. Along the way, I met another who showed me what I had been missing. He showed me that the one I was looking for had been past. Go, he said to me. I went. Along the way, I ran until my blood was battery acid and burned and my throat was pain. I jumped down a cliff, commited suicide of the soul, until I could move again. I made myself slave. But still, I see but glimpses of the man they called... truth."
"Reality and truth are... not the same... Truth is exact. Reality lies."
"I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection."
"I woke up one morniong and realized where I was. So I turned away. Howling wolves followed me until I collapsed and could run no more. The wolves tried to devour me and I refused them and they dragged me back. Sat me down, put the blinders on, put the heaphones on, and pushed on. But I didn't listen. I let my soul fly free..."
"I am Jack's cold sweat."
"I was walking, humming to myself, until I came to a fork. I looked up at the sign post to read. There were three signs. The first said, "Traveller Beware". The next said, "This way leads to madness", while pointing to the right. The last said, "This way leads to wolves", while pointing to the left. I looked at both roads and examined each but could find no difference. In fact, each look very inviting. So I sat down and thought and ruminated until I stood and pointed myself to the right road. I took a deep breath and started forward. Started on the road to madness."
"We are not god's slave. He is our slave."
"The frame of this world is crumbling into dust which dies away by the winds of change, and all that once colored the painting that has fallen off by the acid rain."
"Hell is a round room with no door and a sign on the wall that say: If yo uhave to pee, do it in the corner."
"Unhappines and dissatisfaction with life are not the signs of a mental illness but of a growing intelligence."
"Light is a very scary thing when kept in the dark."
"There is no spoon. (Does that mean that there is no fork?)"
"We are the dead waiting to die... all great art is made from suffering... and so are we."
"It's true when people forget you, you cease to exist.
It's true when people forget you, they cease to exist." |
