Bear

Mon Dec 29

Nothing isn’t nothing, nothing’s something that’s important to me. That’s right.
And everyone’s a little nothing, that’s okay, that’s how it should be. That’s right.

-Ben Kweller, Sha Sha

Sat Aug 9
  • Chiro: hurr durr
  • Bear: oh shit what is this some kind of new zealander?
  • Chiro: oh shit what the fuck kids get the fuck out of here oh shit
  • Bear: oh fucking shit get off my fucking lawn you goddamn kids.
  • Chiro: pork chop sandwiches.
  • Bear: this is some intelligent conversation, here
Fri Aug 8
chiroisafaggot (11:57:55 PM): the meaning of life quite possibly is to play the ds on the shitter
We were just trying to write songs about prostitutes and lesbians, that’s all.”
- Paul McCartney
“You want to know about voting. I’m here to tell you about voting. Imagine you’re locked up in a huge underground nightclub filled with sinners, whores, freaks, and unnameable things that rape pit bulls for fun. And you ain’t allowed out until you all vote for what you want to do tonight. You like to put your feet up and watch ‘Republican Party Reservation.’ They like to have sex with normal people using knives, guns, and brand new sexual organs that you did not know existed. So you vote for television, and everyone else, as far as your eye can see, votes to fuck you with switchblades.

That’s voting. You’re welcome.”
-Transmetropolitan
Sun May 18

“You will grow tired, Siddhartha.”
“I will grow tired.”
“You will fall asleep, Siddhartha.”
“I will not fall asleep.”
“You will die, Siddhartha.”
“I will die.”

 - Siddhartha

Wed Apr 23

I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind.
Some come from ahead and some come from behind.
But I’ve bought a big bat. I’m all ready you see.
Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!

- Dr. Seuss 

Thu Feb 7

The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.

Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.

What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.

Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.

Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.

Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason. Why:

Lest I revenge. Myself upon myself?

Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good

That I myself have done unto myself?

O no, alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.

I am a villain.

- William Shakespeare, Richard III 

Thu Nov 8

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover

To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

I am determined to prove a villain

And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

- William Shakespeare, Richard III

Thu Oct 4

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;

For I mine own gained knowledge should profane,

If I would time expend with such a snipe

But for my sport and profit.

- William Shakespeare, Othello