You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

1st November 2009

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Fuck what you think you know

28th October 2009

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We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

25th October 2009

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LET GO!

25th October 2009

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Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. We are God’s unwanted children? So be it!

24th October 2009

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Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

22nd October 2009

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The things you own end up owning you.

21st October 2009

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I don’t wanna die without any scars
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-Fight Club (via beccahimes) (via hannahisdeceased) (via oceanicmotion)

And I won’t.

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That’s the spirit.

21st October 2009

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God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

21st October 2009

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Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

20th October 2009

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Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.