Life is the grand banquet of the absurd; sometimes all that's served is dirt, and our freedom lies in deciding how we'll savor it. - Your Friend, Nate.
Maybe I'll put that back for 1.0. I had started with attribution and ran out of room for some quotes, and wasn't happy with how it looked proper (quotation marks) and not. Thanks for the suggestion.
We here in the broken nation are tired and bruised. We have been left here alone with nothing. We've been abandoned. We are like vomit in the street outside of a seedy bar. We've been relegated to the bottom of the barrel and all our senses of understanding and love seem gone forever. In order to survive here, we have to become like animals. We have to forego all sense of civility and understanding.
12 comments