The world is a goddamned evil place, the strong prey on the weak, the rich on the poor; I’ve given up hope that there is a God that will save us all. How am I supposed to believe that there’s a heaven and a hell when all I see now is hell.
I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
The pretty ones are usually unhappy. They expect everyone to be enamored of their beauty. How can a person be content when their happiness lies in someone else's hands, ready to be crushed at any moment? Ordinary-looking people are far superior, because they are forced to actually work hard to achieve their goals, instead of expecting people to fall all over themselves to help them.
As environments change, no human ideal standeth sure! Compton
Open your eyes that you may see, Oh men of mildewed minds, and listen to me ye bewildered millions! Compton
I request reason for your golden rule and ask the why and wherefore of your commandments. Compton
No hoary falsehood shall conventions that do not lead to my earthly success and happiness. Compton
In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear. To the East and to the West I beckon. To the North and to the South I show a sign proclaiming: Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong! Compton
I gaze into the glassy eye of yoursome god, and pluck him by the beard; I uplift a broad-axe, and split open his worm-eaten skull! Compton
I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophically whited sepulchers and laugh with sardonic wrath! Compton
Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Pallid incompetence hanging on a tree. Compton
I question all things. As I stand before the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: Lo and behold; all this is fraud! Compton
Gather around me, Oh! ye death-defiant, and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold! Compton
Too long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought! Compton
Too long right and wrong, good and evil have been inverted by false prophets! Compton
He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom. Compton
Whenever, therefore, a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret, for under the domination of an inconvenient falsehood, no one can prosper. Compton
I raise up in stern invasion the standard of the strong! Compton
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
An extreme fearfulness moves through all your body, and your mind is troubled more.