RedAtrocitus




I am the world's forgotten boy. The one who's searchin' only to destroy.

I am also the painkiller. Faster than a laser bullet, louder than an atom bomb. Chromium plated boiling metal, brighter than a thousand suns.

I enjoy cussing. I enjoy it a lot actually. You got a fucking problem?

I am the black wizards.

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I like kids. It's nice but a little weird. It's like saying I like people for a little while. Also weird, you can say "I like kids" as a general statement. But when you get specific you get into trouble. Like, "I like 12-year-olds..."

I don't have to think, I only have to do it, the results are always perfect, but that's old news.

Am I evil? Yes I am. Am I evil? I am man, yes I am.

I wish I was special.

I am not superstitious, but I am a little stitious.

Walking the freeze ways again, thinking of something my friend, I get tired of living Nixon's mess, walking the freeze ways again.
I know there'll come a day when you'll say that you know me. I know there'll come a time when there's nothing in it that he owes me anymore.

If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first. I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive, I've seen it all, I was here first.

I can Kegel 75 pounds. I'm told that's good.

Do you know how hard it is to grow up when you're a little different than everyone else? All I'd hear when I was growing up was "There goes Clint, he's gotta FAT, FAT DICK!" That's why I wear black condoms, 'cause they're slimming. That's a joke, I don't wear condoms.

I remember when I was really into nostalgia...

I’m not very good with people. Even when I was little, my imaginary friend would play with the kid across the street. And I’d be like, “I guess we’ll meet up later.” And he’d be like, “Whatever, queer.”

Jack: "Excuse me, are you Cinnamon Buns?"
Me: "...you bet your sweet ass I am."

Eh, identities are for pussies anyway...

Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci."

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right? You had a bad day and everything changed.

See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum...and one night, one night they decide they don't like living in an asylum any more. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight...stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend, his friend daredn't make the leap. Y'see...y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea...He says 'Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me!' B-but the second guy just shakes his head. He suh-says... he says 'What do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was half way across!'

What you lookin' at? You all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and say, "That's the bad guy." So... what that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on. Make way for the bad guy. There's a bad guy comin' through! Better get outta his way!

Well, look at it this way: If you want to make a baby cry, first you give it a lollipop. Then you take it away. If you never give it a lollipop to begin with, it would have nothing to cry about. That's like God, who gives us life and love and health, just so that he can tear it all away and make us cry. So he can drink the sweet milk of our tears. You see, it's our tears, Stan, that give God his great power.

General: Those aren't ideas, those are special effects!
Michael Bay: I... don't understand the difference.
General: I know you don't. Get him out of here!

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