He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice.

This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable loce-of-country stance, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action!

It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.

-- Albert Einstein

You may say things and not realize what they truly mean.

You may see things and not know what truth lies behind them.

I am exhausted. My soul is empty, but that is nothing new. I sit here writing these words in a cold, pitch black basement. I wonder how much longer I can keep this up before I just wake up one day and can't get out of bed.

I wish I knew how to cry. Maybe one day I'll just lose it and fling myself from a twenty story balcony. Or maybe I'll just do nothing at all.

I had a dream last night that someone tied me up and dropped my naked body into a vat filled with leeches. They slowly drained me of all my blood until I was nothing more than a sac of skin and bones.

Do you believe in omens?

The wallpaper with which the men of science have covered the world of reality is falling to tatters. The grand whorehouse which they have made of life requires no decoration; it is essential only that the drains function adequately. Beauty, that feline beauty which has us by the balls in America, is finished. To fathom the new reality it is first necessary to dismantle the drains, to lay open the gangrened ducts which compose the genito-urinary system that supplies the excreta of art. The odor of the day is permanganate and formaldehyde. The drains are clogged with strangled embryos. -- Henry Miller.

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside the cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend. There are periods in the most thrilling day during which nothing happens, and though we continue to exclaim, 'I do enjoy myself,' or 'I am horrified,' we are insincere. 'As far as I feel anything, it is enjoyment, horror' -- no more than that really, and a perfectly adjusted organism would be silent. -- E. M. Forster

I don't know what the fuck this is about. Someone sent me a really short e-mail saying I had to go to this website and watch these clips. So I went to the website, and went to the movie clips section and downloaded number five. The reason I downloaded number five is because it said "This is the sickest of the bunch".

It was fairly sick, but more funny than sick. I think I pissed my pants from laughing so fucking hard. This is the biggest even in the history of cinema!

So click here to watch the video clips (and I suggest you watch the fifth one first) then visit the main page to find out what the hell I'm blabbering about.

But believe me, it's worth it.

I live in a world where Frank is God