My pen is my razor, and I've been bleeding.
Anthony Beal
I wonder when someone will grow the testicles to say to americans everywhere, 'Enough with the self-medicating.' Seriously. What ever happened to dealing with life? Life is pain. Life is inconvenience. Life is a tall, cool glass of F**k You. Step away from the Prozac and Xanax, and Drink Up, Bitches. Refills are on the house..
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As long as our culture continues to fawn over its downward-aspiring lowest common denominators, the United States will remain a social and political punch line. As long as we continue tracking the every deed and fart of the Paris Hiltons and Kevin Federlines among us, we will continue to come out sixteenth best with regard to producing and introducing to the human race things of true substance worth appreciating for their aesthetic ingenuity.
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For one to expect or ask things of others that he himself, if asked, would not be willing to do or give, is the worst kind of arrogance.
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On the Catholic priesthood: I refuse to consider anything said to me about saving my soul by any man who spends all his time with one hand on the Bible and his other hand thrust down the pants of an adolescent child. I dont want to hear it.
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Pacifism is a wonderful conviction in theory, but only in theory. Real life has a way of eventually rubbing even the most altruistic nose in a steaming pile of F**k that.
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I am a precious evil.
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Utter happiness is a fallacy. The best most of us can hope for is that occasional span of time which occurs at irregular lengths and intervals throughout our lives wherein for an all too ephemeral period, nothing in particular sucks about living.
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Love yourself every day, and twice on Sunday.
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Food is capable of feeding far more than a rumbling stomach. Food is life; our well-being demands it. Food is art and magic; it evokes emotion and colors memory, and in skilled hands, meals become greater than the sum of their ingredients. Food is self-evident; plucked right from the ground or vine or sea, its power to delight is immediate. Food is discovery; finding an untried spice or cuisine is for me like uncovering a new element. Food is evolution; how we interpret it remains ever fluid. Food is humanitarian: sharing it bridges cultures, making friends of strangers pleasantly surprised to learn how much common ground they ultimately share.
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