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<insight> Where's my little rubber ducky? </insight> <inside> Could you please stop that noise </inside> <thoughts> Shall we go? </thoughts> <whacked wisdoms> The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns— puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? </whacked wisdoms> <cool thoughts> It's 106 Miles to Chicago, We have a full tank of gas, ½ packet of cigarettes, It's dark, And we're wearing sunglasses. </cool thoughts> <quote> I don't have the passion anymore. </quote> <whacked wisdoms> Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.— Soft you now! </whacked wisdoms> <ritual tool> Carpet knife </ritual tool> <thoughts> Yes, let's go. </thoughts> <whacked wisdoms> To sleep— perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep. Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. </whacked wisdoms> <antichristian ramblings> We have to scrap social welfare. It's the only way to get this country back on track again. Look at the US, they don't have much public welfare, and they have virtually no unemployment. It's do or die there. We need this. There are too many couch potatoes here. Make people fear about their existence and they will learn. </antichristian ramblings> <poetry alert> With the lights out, It's less dangerous, Here we are now, Entertain us. </poetry alert> <ritual tool> electric power drill </ritual tool> <insight> I wanted to have achieved something before I was 30. </insight> <quote> It's the Cookie Monster! </quote> <antichristian ramblings> Solidarity is unnatural. In nature there is no such thing as solidarity. It's everyone for himself. We have lost our roots. We are out of tune with our origins. We are animals, and to return to an existence in dignity we have to find those roots. </antichristian ramblings> <quote> Ready, steady, cook! </quote> <ritual tool> 20 ft garden hose </ritual tool> <inside> I'm trying to get some rest. </inside> <ex alert> Gimme shelter. </ex alert> <nightmare revisited> Translate Chaucer's Knight's Tale into modern German. </nightmare revisited> <thoughts> They do not move. </thoughts> <whacked wisdoms> For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death— </whacked wisdoms> <nightmare revisited> Is Willy Loman a tragic hero? </nightmare revisited> <ritual tool> 15 inch chainsaw </ritual tool> <whacked wisdoms> To be, or not to be— that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die— to sleep— No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation </whacked wisdoms> <meta> Syntax Error. </meta> <cool thoughts> Hit it. </cool thoughts> <quote> I don't have the passion anymore. </quote> </mental pollution> <ritual tool> Bleach </ritual tool> <ritual tool> 3 pounds of salt </ritual tool> <poetry flash> I like it, I'm not gonna crack I miss you, I'm not gonna crack I love you, I'm not gonna crack I killed you, I'm not gonna crack </poetry flash>

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