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I am the most cold-hearted son of a bitch you will ever meet.

- Ted Bundy

Re : Ted

I always say, I don't blame anyone for the way they are, but instead, I blame God. It is true that individuals do have a choice, but choices are rooted in nature of which it becomes the task of the ego to create opposition. Only evolution can alter nature, and that takes time.

The outhouse took a direct hit.

- Ukrainian farmer

Human progress is furthered, not by conformity, but by aberration.

-- H.L. Mencken

Puritanism—The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.

H.L. Mencken

Prompt: What should the quote the day be? 

El pelo verde.  Fair enough.  There’s something else.  Sly points at his badge.

Realizes that this explains his bigger badge.  Holds up the small one.

Sly smiles and nods.  El maleton real.  Now Sly has no excuse for bullshit. He looks at him.  Checks the charge.  Then offers up a stack of the golden tickets.  Looks at them, with a grin.  Sly hands them over.  El paisa real. Sly turns the stack, eats one.  Loosens his grip on it.  Checks the weight.  As far as he is concerned.  It’s valuable.

Sly, of course, now knows why the big honcho was in his back room.  Now Sly can rest easy.

The sky is filled with red and blue stars, a swirl of colours, a purple moon and the roaring fury of Armageddon.  The students watch in awe as the color swirls becomes the wind, a ribbon of fire.  The wind picks up and squeezes through the campus.  Trees shake.  Several crows wander the landscape.  Hundreds of giant trees fall.  The noise deafening until it slows to a few hundred.  It subsides.  

The boy next door opens his door to the crowd.  Mildred has decided to run.  She approaches a girl who sits on her side of the table. The girl gives her a peck on the cheek.  The boy has decided to keep running. He hides behind a tree, leans back and stretches.  

The sky grows a rainbow.  Gradually the sun starts to show the beginnings of change.  The sky turns a shade of purple.  Its colours shift.  The wind kicks up.  The red, blue and purple swirls become dark clouds.  The clouds move closer to the ground, faster.  They spread from the horizon in all directions.  

Angels fall from the sky.  An eerie calm washes over the crowd.  Windless Angels detach themselves from the Dark clouds and join the children.  Teacher-made wings sprout from their backs.  Gift from the wind and they are carried up into the sky to the heavens. Slowly and expertly they fly through the sky towards the trees on the ground. 

There is a group of boys.  Youngsters getting closer and closer to the sky.  Teacher’s list While the wind whips through the crowd the Angels, boys and girls, fly down the continentals on their way to slaughter.  The red and black roads lead to the bloodshed are lined with golden spikes.  The Angels and boys storm the school as the girls try to take cover in their dormitory.  It’s no use.  The building fills up with wings, hands and angelic feet.  The wings beat their wings in a strong and steady manner.  They try their best to tear the door down. 

"You're tripping, Dantalion."

- Anna

- Allison Morrow

- A writer of children's stories

Re : Nietzsche : Chaos

And from within the infinite and eternal chain of causality, chaos did birth the gods, and order upon systems of order.

And from the great unknown of eternal and non-referential points, another day has come converging the fire on high.

My wife is a really bad cook. We were having dinner the other night, and when she wasn't looking I slipped some to the dog; then he began vigorously lapping his ass, and my wife exclaimed "What is he doing!!", to which I replied "He's trying to get the taste out of his mouth."

- Ron White (paraphrased all to hell)

God : I got this.