“Life is a horrible game.”
21 July 1997
“Sick and twisted from the start, life makes us reluctant and always losing players in god’s morose puppet show.”
14 Jan 1998
“Life’s rules are not just about morality. Socialness, gravity, molecular physics, feces decomposition, and menstrual cycles affect us all. Every single day of this farked and disgusting life.”
26 Oct 1997
“Our lives are are playing out as God’s human ant farm. God made the farm restrict humans in a similar way as ants in a human constructed farm are restricted in a quarter inch of space between plastic planes. God gave the minds of men the concept of owning ants for our own amusement as he tinkers with every variable possible in our lives. God is a sick fucker whose amusement is examining and controlling our every move.”
9 Feb 1998
“What’s worse, life on earth or what happens after death? We KNOW what life here is like, could it be any worse after this mess?”
16 May 1998
“We’re life-losers from Day 1.”
22 August 1998
“Life isn’t fair. In fact, if there’s one true statement we can say about life – it’s that everyone is dealt a significantly different hand. Success to society doesn’t take any of that into account. Success=this. You either measure up or you don’t. Some have a stacked deck.”
3 Oct 1999
“For god so loved the world that he gave us gravity, sweets that make us fat, and the propensity toward relaxation instead of physical labor.”
17 April 2000
“Life’s sweetest fragrance is found on the air in the battlefield. Putrid, green gangrenous limbs. That’s what life is all about, the nose-stinging stench of reality, not roses or jasmine flowers.”
11 June 2000
“For god so loved the world that he set up every fu**ing rule of the game so we need to fight against it to survive for a longer time. Why survive longer? Oh, the fear that he put into each of us about the uncertainty of what happens after death. All bases covered, eh god?”
21 August 2000
“Why don’t I kill myself? I look at this world and I know it sucks to a level that’s beyond my comprehension. It profoundly shakes the core of my being with fear. Do I think that something that created this mess could create something worse for us after we leave here? Hell ya I do.”
29 February 2001
“We’re, all of us, living life in God’s heinous Sim City game.”
3 April 2001
“Living without the basic predispositions we’ve been given as human beings makes a truly happy life ridiculously impossible. How does one surpass jealousy, power, pleasure, attention needs? With a traumatic brain injury or a few years of serious meditation commitment.”
15 May 2001
“Life’s most rewarding act? Helping someone else get through their own shitpile.”
26 Oct 2001
“I could be a catholic, mormon, born-again christian, hindu, buddhist monk, or jesus himself and you know what? I’d still wake up in the morning with an alien between my legs and hungry. What is a man to DO with that?”
19 December 2001
“There is no freedom. Who gives you freedom from gravity? How does one find freedom from craving sweets, power, sex, and attention? Who gives you freedom from aging? Freedom from fear? Freedom from being attached to the one body you were assigned?”
14 March 2002
“For god so loved the world that he sentenced billions of human beings to do 72 years of hard time in this stupid game.”
19 September 2002
“Fish eats worm. Spider eats fly. Snake eats frog. Bird eats beetle. Lion eats zebra. What eats man? His god-given conscience. Had to be something, right?”
9 February 2003
These were some I had collected from the past. There are many more – but just no inclination to go find them…
I’m considering another book… really considering it lately. Will let you know if I start on it.
