People = Shit ~ Slipknot
People = Shit ~ Slipknot
MartaMod (18-03-19)
I need 10 posts.
Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly.
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Shalom/salaam.
10,000 years of Middle Eastern civilisation and the place is not at peace but rather in pieces.
Here's to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer and another one
Barney Rubble (03-06-19)
“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.” Dune, Frank Herbert
Magicman (09-06-19)
“The Unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for. They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically incorrect; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t need money, education, or childcare; unlike aliens, they don’t bring all that racial, cultural, and religious baggage that you dislike; they allow you to feel good about yourself without any work at creating or maintaining relationships; and when they are born, you can forget about them, because they cease to be unborn...You can love the unborn and advocate for them without substantially challenging your own wealth, power, or privilege, without re-imagining social structures, apologizing, or making reparations to anyone. They are, in short, the perfect people to love if you want to claim you love Jesus but actually dislike people who breathe.
[Various sources, in various different forms. Original source unknown]
Barney Rubble (03-06-19), Magicman (09-06-19)
God didn't create man in his own likeness and image........................ man created God in our own likeness and image.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow! What a ride!"
homealone1 (16-11-19)
Some DO
Some DON'T
But we all DIE
Here's to the flowers that form and bloom,
While you're in my arms, and I'm in your room.
There's a girl, a bottle and a bed that is tossed,
A door that is locked, and a key that is lost,
And a night a thousand years long.