#bs

Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice? 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #licorice #moon #non-sequitur #preparation

Based on the considerations of history, ancient history, and international axioms, the logic of following up a citizen with his shadow for the purpose of the demarcation of political frontiers of any state has been discounted for international conventions. For example the Arabs cannot ask Spain just because they were there some time in the past nor can they ask for any other area outside the frontiers of the Arab homeland ↗

— Saddam Hussein

#arabism #arabs #axioms #expansionalism #imperialism

By means of personal experimentation and observation, we can discover certain simple and universal truths. The mind moves the body, and the body follows the mind. Logically then, negative thought patterns harm not only the mind but also the body. What we actually do builds up to affect the subconscious mind and in turn affects the conscious mind and all reactions. ↗

— H.E. Davey

#ki #meditation #mind-and-body-unification #nakamura-tempu #negative-thoughts

We think we are being interesting to others when we are being interesting to ourselves. ↗

— Jack Gardner

#interest #self-absorbtion #vanity #ego

There is practically no activity that cannot be enhanced or replaced by knitting, if you really want to get obsessive about it. ↗

— Stephanie Pearl-McPhee

#obsession #obsession

Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.” (Arianna to Evie) ↗

— Kiersten White

#obsession

If you're that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her? Humans are full of contradictions. ↗

— Ai Yazawa

#manga #murder #nana #nobuo #obsession

To have the beginning of a truly great story, you need to have a character you're completely and utterly obsessed with. Without obsession, to the point of a maddening addiction,there's no point to continue. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#madness #obsession #writing #obsession

Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#fame #lolita #names #obscure #writers

Robot Boy Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. They were a normal, happy husband and wife. One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad. Mrs. Smith would would be a mom which would make him the dad! But something was wrong with their bundle of joy. It wasn't human at all, it was a robot boy! He wasn't warm and cuddly and he didn't have skin. Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin. There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head. He just lay there and stared, not living or dead. The only time he seemed alive at all was with a long extension cord plugged into the wall. Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, "What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!" The doctor said gently, "What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender." The Smith's lives were now filled with misery and strife. Mrs. Smith hated her husband, and he hated his wife. He never forgave her unholy alliance: a sexual encounter with a kitchen appliance. And Robot Boy grew to be a young man. Though he was often mistaken for a garbage can. ↗

— Tim Burton

#poetry #life