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Calumny is only the noise of madmen.
Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.
the one Word that rips apart the day...
Rock 'n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.
What so wild as words are?
I don't know, I like the word sassy.
Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and delight, the canary that sings on the skull.
I'm a demoniac; I am madness maddened
I figured anything Maxine Rothaus called rough was, in fact, vicious and lawless and inclined to eat its own young.
Darkness brutal, darkness fair at
Logic was puny in the face of my wrath. Logic was puny and magic was mighty: I had just gotten rebirthed, refilled and renewed, and was fast on my way to resentful.
Do you know what chaos stands for? C-H-A-O-S stands for Critical Hate And Overwhelming Stupidity.
Wit is the most rascally, contemptible, beggarly thing on the face of the earth.
The stupidity of one brain multiplied by twelve.
You baffle me, addle me, drive me insane.
You muddle, befuddle, and rattle my brain.
My senses are mad,
Skewed judgment to blame.
You drive me half stark-raving bonkers!
(But the truly crazy thing is how I love it.)
Finding something beautiful in the chaos. Rhodes
Impiety. Your irreverence toward my deity.
Chaos: it has no plural.
Janie: Did you ever sell drugs?
Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh ... rather troubled back then.
Janie: Why did you stop?
Cabel: Got busted, and Captain made me a better deal. Janie: So you've been a narc since then? Cabel: I cringe at your terminology.
The insane and irrational springs of wickedness in most men ...
You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.
This, to use an American term in which discovery, retribution, torture, death, eternity appear in the shape of a singularly repulsive nutshell, was it.
Nothing is such an enemy to accuracy of judgment as a coarse discrimination; a want of such classification and distribution as the subject admits of.
Embrace your craziness
Greatness and madness are next door neighbours; and they borrow each other's sugar. You don't get there without the other.
that's as nutty as squirrel turds
Nonsense and beauty have close connections.
Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority.
Life is divine chaos.
Worse than madness. Sanity.
I had to bear the sunken glare of his fierce crow-footed eyes if I wanted to know; and so I bore it, reflecting how much certain forms of evil are akin to madness, derived from intense egoism, inflamed by resistance, tearing the soul to pieces, and giving factitious vigour to the body.
CHAPTER II. - The Maniac
One tended to lose one's bearings in the presence of willful and persistent acts of craziness, and the more gentle the act, the crazier it seemed, as if rage and violence, being closer to the norm, were easier to accommodate.
Do not be caught by the sensational in nature, as a coarse red-faced sunset, a garrulous waterfall, or a fifteen thousand foot mountain ... avoid prettiness - the word looks much like pettiness - and there is but little difference between them.
Now Thorndyke is going to enjoy himself. To him a perfectly unintelligible will is a thing of beauty and a joy forever; especially if associated with some kind of recondite knavery.
Chance is the nature of our universe. [ ... ] madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises. Some surprises can be valuable.
Life packed a clever one-two punch: cruelty and absurdity.
My mom's a secret Rastafarian.
Funniness is the wild card in the pack.
stupid, overbarbering, possesive, fur ball
Clowns are vicious
they're all nefarious grins
and if you hung out with a bunch of clowns in a bar, pretty soon it would turn into a horror movie. Nefarious means evil. It's nothing to do with Rastas.
The highway of life is filled with flat squirrels that couldn't make a decision.
Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.
A hard word follows us and later falls upon him who pronounced it, like a ray of vengeance..
The crowd of influences streaming on the young soul is so great, the clods of barbarism and violence flung at him so strange and overwhelming, that an assumed stupidity is his only refuge.
Madness is a divine release of the soul from the yoke of custom and convention.
Sometimes the personalities at the helm of the madness industry are, with their drives and obsessions, as mad in their own way as those they study. And that relatively ordinary people are, more and more, defined by their maddest edges.
in nonsense is strength
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.
You crave chaos, you are happiest when the world is in an uproar, you thrive on madness.
What is madness but nobility of the soul at odds with circumstance.
I'm not a teddy bear that girls can clutch. I'm sharp and hard, the thing that braces a girl to the bed, the one who grips her strongly and whispers with a husky, edged voice. I'm as rough on the outside as I am black on the inside.
I'm begging you, for the love of all that's filthy and wrong in this world, have a good time with tall, dark, and raspy, okay?
Madness? THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Covetousnesse breaks the bag.
The unpredictability of life
sucks. One minute you're
riding high with the wind
whipping through your hair
and the next minute you're
flat on your ass with a face
full of gravel.
Ragamuffins are simple, direct and honest. Their speech is unaffected. They are slow to claim, "God told me ... " As they make their way through the world, they bear wordless, prophetic witness.
Stupid, Stupid Rat Creatures!
Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to sample again.
Two starving men cannot be twice as hungry as one; but two rascals can be ten times as vicious as one.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
True chaos comes from the garden of your soul;
where the wild flowers grow
Peevishness may be considered the canker of life, that destroys its vigor and checks its improvement; that creeps on with hourly depredations, and taints and vitiates what it cannot consume.
Indiscretion, rashness, falsehood, levity, and malice, produce each other.
Bitch Personality Disorder
The instability of our tastes is the occasion of the irregularity of our lives.
Just as people laugh at a name like Rump, they fear a name like Red. Red is not a name. It's a color, an evil color. What kind of destiny does that bring?
Madness is best when it is all you need to keep moving when everyone expects you to give up
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Madness, in its wild, untamable words, proclaims its own meaning; in its chimeras, it utters its secret truth.
The destruction of Rayy taught us that calculated politics and unthinking rage - make no mistake, the two are sometimes hand in hand - are the greatest threats knowledge can face.
Stirred with passion, laced with fun, spiked with laughter & served with a smile. On the road. No sugar, no milk. Horn OK Please. Buy my books or may the wrath of a thousand locusts infest your underpants *Smack!!*
The way Nate seemed to pull at me without meaning to, like a dog bolting after an elusive prize, dragging its hapless owner behind it. Nate was a force, momentarily stilled. The tide that threatened my sandcastle life.
Like madness is the glory of life.
He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you
Madness is the WHO staring into the abyss and denying it is there. Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes around her. - Lanky Man with green eyes
rabid tush patrol
ORDINARY SAD-ASS HUMANNESS
How could you be from the ghetto and be a rat?
Chic is a convent for unloved women.
Pompous worm-faced snob-head camel turd.
Some nasty bitch of a woman from the coven of moral and ethical standards tried to fry Rache" the pixy said apparently proud of it. "I pixed the Tink-blasted dildo, and Rache's black-arts boyfriend blew her right out the front door. "Bam!
There is chaos. There's bloodshed. There's carnage.
She's as nutty as squirrel poo.
What's madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair.
Holyfuckingmancandy.
It is the night-black Massachusetts legendry which packs the really macabre "kick". Here is material for a really profound study in group-neuroticism; for certainly, no one can deny the existence of a profoundly morbid streak in the Puritan imagination.
For to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
Crack had a social logic to it, a specific kind of reasoning that drew from a vast well of common experience for its symbolic resonance. Crack stood for pain and power, chaos and order, the truth behind the lie. Crack was a sociolegal logic grounded in blood.
Life is just a dirty four-letter word: W-O-R-K.
Placidity and order and everything in its place, with a decorous and sanctioned violence going on underneath everything, like a heavy, brutal shoe tapping out the rhythm on a carpeted floor.
Like madness is the glory of this life.
Fury ... sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal ... drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths
Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations
Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.
Stupid. Stupid. Foaly, we are both imbeciles. I don't expect lateral thinking from the LEP, but from you ... "
... "What is it?" [Holly] asked, afraid of the answer, which must surely be terrible.
"Yeah," agreed Foaly, who always had time to feel insulted. "Why am I an imbecile?
to be cursed with a brain like a bag of cats
Life without madness is mediocrity.