Buck Nasty Quotes

There is no such thing as ego; it is empty talk. The nasty part of you, you call it ego. Whenever you get nasty, you don’t want to see, “It is me who is nasty.” You want to say, “Oh, it is my ego.” This is another way of passing the buck. There is no ego. There is just you, and you, loid and you alone.

He's got a cat tied to the seat of the toilet and a bubble bath all set for someone to jump in. I excused myself for a second and went over to the kitchenette and popped a couple of Valiums. I was already loaded on junk but I could see this was going to be strictly from fruit. When I got back in the john he was already naked and in the tub frosted in bubbles . . . the poor cat was still chained to the john seat, yelping away. The guy laid his plan on me. He wants me to whip the cat dead after I first piss on him in his bubble bath, then when the cat has had it I'm to jerk off into his mouth while he's still in the tub. Out from under the bubbles he hands me a whip, a tiny cat size whip with leather fringes laced with broken ends of razors. ... I untied the cat, he tried to get up and stop me, I punched his chump face, he landed back on his ass in the tub and I gave him the whip across the chest . . . a nasty wound. . . . I grabbed his hair, opened his mouth and pissed in it . . . he spit it out, the piss mixing with the blood oozing from his lip from the punch and he let out a slow motion yell at the sting of urine dripping into the cuts on his chest. He sank under water to cool the burn, I rifled his wallet for sixty bucks, picked up the kitty and split.

As winter approaches, the bucking ride of their love story decelerates. It makes Lina hate the season. She feels any loosening of her obsession as acutely as she would feel one of her limbs snapping. School and its obligations weigh on her. Her mother’s nasty remarks fall more sharply. She doesn’t like her winter coat and she doesn’t feel like reading books or learning anything new.

America is The Warning (Sonnet) Finally America has fallen, it's a great day for the human race, now that the american dream is infected, it's a golden occasion for earth upliftment. Uncle Sam has contracted something nasty, nothing surprising, it's long time coming; the time has never been more immaculate, for actual human cultures and civilizations to dream beyond the monkeys of silicon valley. It's a golden age of decolonization, time to rescue your mind from the parasites; it's time for great rejoicing, now that the land of plague has lost its marbles - fall of America is a blessing for humankind. West never had culture to begin with, neither Washington nor Rome or Buck House - when parasites bury themselves in castles, light of the human engulf the world around.