I’m working on a blend of sensimilla and Kentucky bluegrass. You can play 18 on it in the afternoon and get stoned at night. Cannonball!!!
What are you, people? On dope?
I don’t feel the sickness yet, but it’s in the post. That’s for sure. I’m in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I’ve ever known will soon take hold of me. It’s on its way.
Stop whining! You kids are soft! You lack discipline!
Now drop and give me twenty!
How would you like to suck my balls, Mr. Garrison?
Only two things come from Oklahoma- steers and queers! I don’t see no horns on you, boy, so you must be a queer!
If anyone “dasses” to risk me “fisk”, it’s boff and it’s wam, understan’?
So keep good behavior, that’s your one lifesaver
With Popeye the sailor-man!
There’s one thing I don’t understand. The thing I don’t understand is every motherfuckin’ word you’re saying.
So I’m the one that’s full of shit?
You can’t handle the truth!!
Can you hear me, Morpheus? I’m going to be honest… with you.
I hate… this place. This… zoo, this reality, whatever you want to call it, I can’t take it any longer. It’s the smell! If there is such a thing. I feel… saturated by it. I can taste… your stink… and every time I do, I feel as if I have somehow been infected by it; it’s disgusting, isn’t it?
I must get out of this place. I must… break free, and in this mind is the key. My key. Once Zion is destroyed, there’s no reason for me to be here, do you understand?! I have to get inside Zion, and you’re going to help me. You’re going to help me… or you’re going to die.
Today IS a good day to die!
Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from
You are in Hell, little man. And I… am the devil.
You’re not the devil. You’re practice.
Oh well, all right, let’s all sell our souls and work for Satan because it’s more convenient that way!
Sounds like a plan to me.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?