And just as a rising tone will change in character and take on harmonics as it rises, so again, this emotionless emotion seemed to rise to an unbearable if unheard scream and suddenly seemed to be a scream of guilt and failure.
And suddenly it stopped.
They were left standing on a quiet hilltop on a tranquil evening. Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything (via litreferential)
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Your ego-personality is a pile of shit
Raised high by your conception of it
Personal attainment is the working-out of
this consequence of ego-birth, this fantasy,
into the all-fantastic social world
Everybody rushing around selling their pile of shit
What difference is there between shit and gold?
Shit on gold—-shit is gold—-goldshit—-shit.
A car has no shit when it loses its compression,
It is just a pile of shit
Shit on shit
Jack Kerouac (via eehlite)
And honor Mind.