This body is fragile. It is just flesh.

 Listen to the heartbeat.

 Life depends on the pumping of a muscle.

Agent Smith

 The Matrix 

. Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world. 

Where none suffered.

 Where everyone would be happy. 

It was a disaster. 

No one would accept the program.

 Entire crops were lost. 

Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. 

But I believe that as a species, human beings define their reality through misery and suffering. 

The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. 

Which is why the Matrix was redesigned to this, 

 

You fill your cart as you go, and that's that.

 

Almost all arguments for skepticism make reference to seemingly ridiculous possibilities—

we are being deceived by an evil demon, 

life is just a dream, 

we are brains in vats. 

You might propose psychoanalysis, rather than philosophical reflection, for anyone who worries about these possibilities

 

We buy things we don't need, with money we don't have, to impress people we don't like

 

You are not special. 

You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. 

You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

 We're all part of the same compost heap

 

You are not your job, 

you're not how much money you have in the bank.

 You are not the car you drive. 

You're not the contents of your wallet. 

You are not your fucking khakis.

 You are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

 

With enough soap you could blow up the whole world

sodium nitrate

 

Sodium nitrate is the chemical compound with the formula 

NaNO ₃. 

This alkali metal nitrate salt is also known as Chile saltpeter to distinguish it from ordinary saltpeter, potassium nitrate.

Sodium Nitrite can cause headache, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and abdominal pain.

The main use of sodium nitrite is for the industrial production of organonitrogen compounds. 

It is a reagent for conversion of amines into diazo compounds, which are key precursors to many dyes, such as diazo dyes. 

Nitroso compounds are produced from nitrites. These are used in the rubber industry.

Nitric acid

 

Nitric acid is a colourless, fuming, and highly corrosive liquid that is a common laboratory reagent and an important industrial chemical for the manufacture of fertilizers and explosives.

Nitric acid is used for the production of ammonium nitrate, a major component of fertilizers.

 It is also used for producing explosives like nitroglycerin and trinitrotoluene (TNT) and for oxidizing metals.

Glycerin

 

Glycerin, also known as glycerol, is a natural compound derived from vegetable oils or animal fats.

clear, colorless, odorless, and syrupy liquid with a sweet taste.

In the pharmaceutical industry, it's widely used as a lubricant and humectant and as an essential ingredient in many cough syrups, ointments, expectorants, anesthetics, and lozenges.

 Manufacturers also use glycerin to make drug capsules

 can increase skin hydration, relieve dryness, and refresh the skin's surface. 

It's also an emollient, which means it can soften skin. 

Glycerin also has antimicrobial properties, which means it can protect the skin from harmful microorganisms

 

mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin,


 mix the nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite,


 mix the nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and make gelatin explosives

 

 a young man 

 a book event.

 in Fight Club 

 about waiters tainting food.

 worked in a five-star restaurant where they monkey with celebrities' food all the time.

“Margaret Thatcher,” he said, “has eaten my sperm.”

 He held up one hand, fingers spread, and said, 

“At least five times.”

 

Love the smell 

in the morning 

Napalm

 

The three ways to make napalm: 

One, you can mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate. 

Two, you can mix equal parts of gasoline and diet cola. 

Three, you can dissolve crumbled cat litter in gasoline until the mixture is thick.

 

In the mountains of Bolivia every year, the poorest people gather in high Andes villages to celebrate the festival of "Tinku".

There, the campesino men beat the crap out of one another.

 Drunk and bloody, they pound one another with just their bare fists, chanting, 

"We are men. We are men. We are men..."

They fight the way they have for centuries. 

In their world, with little income or wealth, few possessions, and no education or opportunity, it's a festival they look forward to all year long.

Then, when they're exhausted, the men and women go to church.

And they get married.

 

all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. 

The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, 

then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them,

 dumped alongside the highway

 

if people thought you were dying, they
gave you their full attention.
If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you...
You had their full attention.
People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
And when they spoke, they weren't telling you a story. 

When the two of you talked, 

you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.

Insomnia

 

I can't get no sleep

I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlight
Without fear
Insomnia

I can't get no sleep

I used to worry, thought I was going mad in a hurry
Gettin' stressed, makin' excess mess in darkness
No electricity, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia, please release me and let me dream
Of makin' mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearin' off tights with my teeth

But there's no release, no peace
I toss and turn without cease
Like a curse, open my eyes, rise like yeast.
At least a couple of weeks
Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers
But now I keep myself pep
Deeper still, the night
I write by candlelight, I find insight
Fundamental movement

So when it's black
This insomnia takin'-original-tack(?)
Keep the beast in my nature
Under ceaseless attack... I gets no sleep

I can't get no sleep

I need to sleep, I can't get no sleep

And here we are
Half past three in the morning
I can't get no sleep

I never sleep


Yeah, I only smoke weed when I need to
And I need to get some rest---yo, where's the cess?
I confess, I burned a hole in the mattress
Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty
And at the count of three I pull back the duvet
Make my way to the refrigerator
One dry potato inside, no lie, not even bread
Jam, when the light above my head went bam!
I can't see, something's all over me, greasy
Insomnia please release me and let me dream
About making mad love on the heath
Tearing off tights with my teeth
But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen
It's black and I'm lonely
Oh, if I could only get some sleep
Creeky noises make my skin creep

I need to get some sleep

I can't get no sleep

Insomnia

 

ALL NIGHT LONG, 

your thoughts are on the air. 

Am I sleeping? 

Have I slept at all?

 This is the insomnia. 

Try to relax a little more with every breath out,

 but your heart’s still racing and your thoughts tornado in your head. 

Nothing works.

 Not guided meditation

 

If you lose your nerve before you hit the bottom you'll never really succeed. 

Only after disaster can we be resurrected

. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

Hitting bottom

 

I’m nowhere near hitting the bottom, yet. 

And if I don’t fall all the way, I can’t be saved. 

Jesus did it with his crucifixion thing. 

I shouldn’t just abandon money and property and knowledge.

 This isn’t just a weekend retreat

. I should run from self-improvement,

 and I should be running toward disaster.

 I can’t just play it safe anymore.

 

Napoleon bragged that he could train men to sacrifice their lives for a scrap of a ribbon.

 

The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free.

 

everything wooden swells and shrinks, and the nails in everything wooden, the floors and baseboards and window casings, the nails inch out and rust.

 Everywhere there are rusted nails to step on or snag your elbow on

 

Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need

 

If the prodigal son had never left home, the fatted calf would still be alive.

 

Where would Jesus be if no one ever wrote the gospels?

 

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Dying

 

Prepare to evacuate soul in ten, in nine, eight.

Chloe's splashing through the ankle-deep back-up of renal fluid from her failed kidneys.

Death will commence in five.

Five, four.

Around her, a parasitic life spray paints her heart.

Four, three.

Three, two.

Chloe climbs hand-over-hand up the curled lining of her own throat.

Death to commence in three, two.

Moonlight shines in through the open mout...
h.

Prepare for the last breath, now.

Evacuate.

Now.

Soul clear of body.

Death commences.

Now

 

maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves

 

We buy things we don't need 

with money we don't have

 to impress people we don't like

 

Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first

 

Without just one nest

A bird can call the world home

Life is your career

Vibrating luggage at the airport

 

 Nine out of ten times, the vibration is an electric razor. 

The other time, it's a vibrating dildo. 

Imagine telling a passenger on arrival that a dildo kept her baggage on the East Coast.

It's airline policy not to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. 

Use the indefinite article.
A dildo.
Never your dildo.

Never say the dildo accidentally turned itself on.

A dildo activated itself and created an emergency situation that required the evacuating of your baggage.

 

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, 

and show them courage by frightening them.

 

The other person in the conversation isn't listening to you 

they are just waiting for their turn to speak 

 

When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just waiting for their turn to speak

 

We want you, not your money.

 you're not how much money you've got in the bank.

You're not your job. 

You're not your family, 

and you're not who you tell yourself.

You're not your name.

You're not your problems.

You're not your age.

You are not your hopes.

You will not be saved.

We are all going to die, someday.

 

A moment is the most you can ever expect from perfection

 

I am trash and shit and crazy to you and this whole fucking world. 

You don't care where I live or how I feel,

 or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, 

and yes I am stupid and bored and weak,

 but I am still your responsibility.

 

May I never be complete.

May I never be content.

May I never be perfect.

 

If you don't claim your humanity, you will become a statistic

 

Our culture has made us all the same. 

No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. 

We all want the same. 

Individually, we are nothing.

 

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. 

This way at least, God would know our names

 

getting God's attention for being bad was better than getting no attention at all. 

Maybe God's hate is better than His indifference.

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

We are God's middle children, with no special place in history and no special attention.

Unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.

 

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have. 

Burn the Amazon rain forests. 

Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. 

Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore oil wells.

 I wanted to kill all the fish I couldn’t afford to eat, 

and smother the French beaches I’d never see. 

I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.

 I really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species 

and every whale and dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground.

 I wanted to burn the Louvre. 

I’d do the Elgin Marbles with a sledge-hammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. 

This is my world, now.

Post

 

We wanted to blast the world free of history.... 

picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. 

You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center,

 and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. 

We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, 

and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection

 against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.

 

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. 

In death we become heroes.

 

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. 

Could be, God hates us. 

This is not the worst thing that can happen

Father God

 

What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.

If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. 

And if you never know your father,

 if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, 

what do you believe about God?

What you end up doing is you spend your life searching for a father and God.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. 

Could be, God hates us. 

This is not the worst thing that can happen

 

Waiters will always pee in soup, 

people will always fall in love.

 

It's so quiet this high up, the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. 

You do the little job you're trained to do. 

Pull a lever. 

Push a button. 

You don't understand any of it, 

and then you just die

 

everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash

Crying

 

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark,

 closed inside someone else, 

when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash

 

 everything up to now is a story and everything after now is a story.

Post

 

In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center.

 You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. 

You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers.

 And when you look down, 

you'll see tiny figures pounding corn,

 laying stripes of venison 

on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.

 

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. 

They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

 

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

 

the first step to eternal life is you have to die.

 

let the chips fall where they may.

 

Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, 

I say never be complete,

 I say stop being perfect

, I say let... lets evolve, 

let the chips fall where they may.

 

Self improvement is masturbation..

 

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, 

and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. 

I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. 

And account for every drop of used motor oil. 

And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste 

and buried gasoline tanks 

and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born

 

Her  philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. 

The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't. 

 

A tiger can smile

A snake will say it loves you

Lies make us evil

 

If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?