You know, I think I understand what you're like now. You're very beautiful and you think men are only interested in you because you're beautiful, but you want them to be interested in you because you're you. The problem is, aside from all that beauty, you're not very interesting. You're rude, you're hostile, you're sullen, you're withdrawn. I know you want someone to look past all that at the real person underneath but the only reason anyone would bother to look past all that is because you're beautiful. Ironic, isn't it? In an odd way you're your own problem.
The mightiest of weapons is truth. And everyone knows you're not permitted to enter a government building with a weapon.
I have no aspirations to sanity whatsoever. When I look around and see what is considered normal, I am not tempted.
It's about social hegemony, the power to punish people for not living up to your personal standards.
If nobody comes down here and buys a car in the next hour, I'm gonna club this baby seal. That's right. I'm gonna club this seal to make a better deal. You know I'll do it, too, cause I'm crazy, Crazy Ernie!
Maybe the Earth would be better off without us. Safe and clean and perfect like a toy nobody ever played with.
Around it hurtled feedback angels and battering photons, minds endless and dense irradiating the room. Cathedric creatures, entities in knots and tesseract nations defied the scale of the house with gem infinities. From the great beyond flapped a thousand demons on wings of cancer, dropping quicksilver bombshells.