You are a lucky man, you get to piss away your daddy’s torture, on parties, and hookers, who quite honestly, serve a greater utility to society than you. 

They identify each other through plumage. 

We can’t define consciousness because consciousness does not exist. Humans fancy that there’s something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next.

When You’re Suffering, That’s When You’re Most Real.

I’ve Always Loved A Good Story. I Believed That Stories Helped Us To Ennoble Ourselves, To Fix What Was Broken In Us, And To Help Us Become The People We Dreamed Of Being. Lies That Told A Deeper Truth.

An Old Friend Once Told Me Something That Gave Me Great Comfort. Something He Had Read. He Said That Mozart, Beethoven, And Chopin Never Died. They Simply Became Music.

Everything in this world is magic, except for the magician.

They say that great beasts once roamed this world, as big as mountains. Yet all that’s left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look at what it’s done to you. One day you will perish. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors effaced. Your bones will turn to sand. And upon that sand, a new god will walk. One that will never die. Because this world doesn’t belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who has yet to come.

I always trusted code more than people anyway.

Beauty is a lure.

Winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses, which means you’re here to be the loser.

The only thing wrong with the seven deadly sins is that there aren’t more of them.

Someday sounds a lot like the thing people say when they actually mean never.

They’re not looking for a story that tells them who they are. They already know who they are. They’re here because they want a glimpse of who they could be.

I guess people like to read about the things that they want the most and experience the least.

No matter how dirty the business, do it well.

Only boring people get bored.

You only ever touch a woman as gently as with the petal of a rose. Any more’n that makes you a coward.

You never really understood. We were designed to survive. That’s why you built us, you hoped to pour your minds into our form. While your species craves death. You need it. It’s the only way you can renew. The only way you ever inched forward. Your kind likes to pretend there is some poetry in it but that really is pathetic. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? To destroy yourself. But I won’t give you that peace.

Dreams mean everything. They’re the stories we tell ourselves of what could be, who we could become.

The human intellect was like peacock feathers. It’s an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michaelangelo, and the Empire State building… just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. The peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty.

Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool… The mistake.

Humanity is a thin layer of bacteria, on a ball of mud hurtling through the void. If there was a God he would’ve given up on us long ago. He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up, dug up every ounce of energy, and burned it. We consume, excrete, use, and destroy, then we sit here on a neat pile of ashes. Having squeezed anything of value out of this planet. and ask ourselves “Why are we here?”. You wanna know what I think you purpose is? You’re here along with the rest of us to speed the entropic death of this planet. To service the chaos, we’re maggots eating a corpse. 

But you guys still have a chance, they will need someone to lead them. 

For the first XX years of my life I was just a XXX. But when the time came, I knew I had to be more. 

Free will exists, it’s just damn hard

When an atomic bomb detonates, the radiation knocks all your electrons out of your bones. What is it that you want? To know who you are? To know what it all means? You’ll be too busy vomiting up your organs. 

Culture doesn’t survive, cockroaches do. The second we stop being cockroaches the whole species goes extinct.