Quible, quible
“You’re only one of the best if you’re striving to become one of the best.”
“I didn’t make reality, Sunshine, I just verbally bitch slapped you with it.”
“I’m not a professional, I’m an artist.”
“Drugs killed Jesus you know…oh wait, no, that was the Jews, my bad.”
“There are clingy things in the grass…burrs ‘n such…mmmm…”
“The more I learn the more I’m killing my idols.”
“Freedom is only a concept, like race it’s merely a social construct that doesn’t really exist outside of your ability to convince others of its relevancy.”
“Next time slow up a lil, then maybe you won’t jump the gun and start creamin yer panties before it’s time to pop the champagne proper.”
“Reality is directly proportionate to how creative you are.”
“People are pretty fucking high on themselves if they think that they’re just born with a soul. *snicker*…yeah, like they’re just givin em out for free.”
“Quible, quible said the Hare. Quite a lot of quibling…everywhere. So the Hare took a long stare and decided at best, to leave the rest, to their merry little mess.”
“There’s a difference between ‘bad’ and ‘so earth shatteringly horrible it makes the angels scream in terror as they violently rip their heads off, their blood spraying into the faces of a thousand sweet innocent horrified children, who will forever have the terrible images burned into their tiny little minds’.”
“How sad that you’re such a poor judge of style that you can’t even properly gauge the artistic worth of your own efforts.”
“Those who record history are those who control history.”
“I am the living embodiment of hell itself in all its tormentive rage, endless suffering, unfathomable pain and unending horror…but you don’t get sent to me…I come for you.”
“Ideally in a fight I’d want a BGM-109A with a W80 250 kiloton tactical thermonuclear fusion based war head.”
“Tell me, would you describe yourself more as a process or a function?”