Blood-lotus
Author has written 1 story for Yu-Gi-Oh. Abandon every hope, ye who enter here I do not own Johnny The Homicidal Maniac but someday in the future I will own Johnen Vasquez. Even if I did own Texas or Bozo the Clown I would not broadcast that fact, I would be publicly shamed. I do not own Garbage, the band, but I do own quite a bit of Garbage, the trash. I do not own myself, I am a split property. To go about purchasing a piece of me please contact my left earlobe. I do not own Anne Sexton, Robert Burton, Solon, Dylan Thomas, John Webster or Oliver Wendell Holmes. I do, interestingly enough, own Shakespeare. I also do not own Panic! At the Disco, Weezer or Buddy Holly. I do, however, own Satan… “Its five O’ clock in the morning, some people are awake by now, of course, these are the freakish people that I do not wish to associate with, but, hey.”-Me “I know it’s stupid, and horribly immature, but I just can’t help but giggle.”-Me and my Best Friend, Ashley. “First icing, then drugs, then Satan. Pretty soon you’re a drug-pushing-icing-eating Satanist.” -Me “…maybe is an evil word…” -Me “I love you so much it makes me sick” -Me “I’m real good at hating” -Me stands on random ass “I claim this in the name of Kary!” -Me “You might be surprised at how inhumane humans can be.” -Me “For such a pretty boy, you are so stupid.” -Me “Stupid people have stupid friends and they all come to Texas so that they can be stupid near me!” -Me “Oh, it’s true, I swear. Lockers will be the cause of World War 3. Some dictator won’t be able to get his locker open and he’ll be like ‘Ah, screw it, let’s blow something up!’ ” -Me “We love you…sometimes.” -Me “How can you celebrate diversity and individuality while shoving conformity down out throats?” – Me to a teacher at my middle school who was trying to get school uniforms. (I'm Muffenperson) Muffenperson 10:16 PM:I now pwn your ass Evil geniuses for a better tomorrow! -Bumper sticker “The fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, the laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.” “It is of interest to note that while some dolphins are reported to have learned English-up to 50 words used in correct context-no human being has been reported to have learned dolphinese.” “The biggest conspiracy has always been the fact that there is no conspiracy. Nobodies out to get you. Nobody cares whether you live or die. There, now do you feel better?” //Except I wholeheartedly believe in conspiracies.// “The trick is to keep breathing”-Garbage The body is a damn hard thing to kill. –Anne Sexton “The fear of death is worse than death”- Robert Burton “Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it”-Shakespeare “Say nothing but good of the dead”-Solon (That’s right, or they’ll come back and haunt your ass!) “Rage, rage against the dying of the light”-Dylan Thomas “I saw him now going the way of all flesh”-John Webster "What lies behind us and what lies before us and small matters compared to what lies within us." - Oliver Wendell Holmes Johnny: You know that feeling you get? The one where you just know you’re going to projectile vomit out of every orifice? I feel that right now. I want you away. Leave me to my vomit.-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac #7 Burger boy: There is a disturbing association in your mind between feeling and weakness. I concur that it does present a vulnerability…But it means openness! To pleasures! To pains! To grievance and rapture! What other creatures know such things? And you would cast it off like an itchy turtleneck! Blasphemy of your species! Your body screams for input! I am the sun on your face. The touch of soft skin! The feel of real cotton! I am a rope around your neck. I feather across your back! Blood and toothpaste! I am the sensation of all these things! I am your only connection to everything. Johnny: You seem to be just another version of Mr. Eff. Burger boy: He could never have been so focused, and my only goal is too keep you alive, to keep you hungry! Johnny: Kill my stomach if I’m hungry! Shut off my want if I’m lonely! Tear off my genitals if I’m aroused! Excess! So much excess! It’s so much superfluous nonsense, and I want nothing to do with it if I can help it! Clear the room of all this ancestral furniture and rebuild it the way I want to. Flush the toilet boys! It stinks in here! Get it! My mind sticks! Cluttered up with all its damaged files and corrupt machinery! Programmed and programmed and programmed and programmed! It’s too much! Burger boy: You were born a feeling creature. There is no unlearning of your nature. Therefore…There is no choice! Johnny: I’m a slave to nothing! Nothing! Burger boy: There is no choice. You’re always a slave to something.-Johnny The Homicidal Maniac # 7 |
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