Burn down the disco, hang the blessed DJ, because the music that they constantly play, it says nothing to me about my life, hang the blessed DJ.
The Smiths
There was something boneless about her, like a deep-sea creature. Her eyes were cold fish eyes that looked at you through a viscous medium she carried about with her. I could see those eyes in a shapeless, protoplasmic mass undulating over the dark sea floor.
William S. Burroughs
Wouldn't it be so nice? To live in a world, where everythings exactly how it seems? But we live in a world, where bastards come along and piss on your dreams. The dreams that make you happy, the dreams that make you smile, get off your ass, vengeance is back in style.
Les Claypool
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