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Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream.
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This isn't just for show
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The dog will look down, and all of a sudden he'll realize there's nothing under him.
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LACRECIA: The short answer is that it's something to do. BURGER SPECIALIST intercom: Well, I guess if LACRECIA: The longer answer starts like this: I feel really lucky that it's taking this long. Like, you ever heard the joke? "If you could get dressed up for your own funeral, how would you dress?" BURGER SPECIALIST intercom: I don't know. LACRECIA: Very slowly.
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this is what its supposed to be, this is how it ends. if it isn't there its only because it isnt there yet. its like youre staring at a cake in the oven and wondering if its gonna be a cake.
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It’s as expensively quasi-factual as I can afford it to be.
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Move! Why won't you move?!
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I can’t endure reality as such. I have to have uniquely special easier conditions.
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Caught in some fashionable new eroticism not yet recorded in the Kinsey reports.
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I wonder if they manufacture a bioscope for horny. Rather than alpha. Horny waves, first very short, then longer, larger, larger, finally right off the scale.
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What are you waiting for? Do it!
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You're one ugly motherfucker
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It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear.
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You're an asset. An expendable asset. And I used you to get the job done, got it?
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blow the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure
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Punch it Chief!
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Who’s scruffy looking?
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You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Krakafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Trall.
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If you die in here, you die in real life
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the little death that brings total obliteration
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A large portion of the cylinder had been uncovered, though its lower end was still embedded. (War of the Worlds)
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The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
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All right you alien assholes. In the words of my generation - up yours!
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In any case, the wearer of a scramble suit was Everyman and in every combination (up to combinations of a million and a half sub-bits) during the course of each hour. Hence, any description of him–or her–was meaningless.
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My God, what are you doing?
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"God bless you, sir," the cab said. "I can see that you're a good man.”
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"Get ready for a surprise!"
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Aragorn laughed. "Every man has something too dear to trust to another. But would you part an old man from his support? Come, will you not let us enter?" "The staff in the hand of a wizard may be more than a prop for age," said Háma.
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It smells like the left wing of the day of judgement; it is an argument for the pit.
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In some weird way, yes, it is your fault, but I don’t know how. Maybe one day I'll figure it out.
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it would not do to be sellin’ human heads about the streets when folks is goin’ to churches
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I’ve studied signs, and know their marks
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Reality denied comes back to haunt.
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this feels wrong
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Why would you hesitate to do what you have already done?
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Before the humans came, we didn't speak.
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Word is more real than the object it represents.
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The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.
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Activity does not necessarily mean life.
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Not that big, Usul!
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