Saturday, May 21, 2011

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to. 
No more games. No more bombs. No more walking. No more fun. No more swimming. 67. That is 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No fun--for anybody. 67. You are getting greedy. Act your old age. Relax--this won't hurt. 
-Hunter S. Thompson's [suicide note] 

RUIN YOUR FUCKING SELF BEFORE THEY DO. OTHERWISE THEY'LL SCREW YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A NOBODY. THEY'LL KEEP YOU ALIVE, BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO CRAWL AND SAY "THANK-YOU" FOR EVERY BONE THEY THROW. YOU MIGHT AS WELL STAY DRUNK OR SHOOT JUNK AND BE A CRAZY FUCKER. IF THE RICH GUYS WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU, MAKE THEM GET THEIR HANDS DIRTY. SEND THEM AWAY GAGING, OR SOBBING IF THEY'RE SOFT-HEARTED. YOU'LL BE LEFT ALONE IF YOU'RE FRIGHTENING, AND DEAD IF YOU'RE FREE! YOU WILL CHANGE THE RADIANT CHILD IN YOU TO A REFLECTION OF THE SHIT YOU WERE MEANT TO SERVE. SO RUIN YOURSELF BEFORE THEY DO.
-JENNY HOLZER

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