H.e.r. Quotes

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.

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When it comes to girls (and in Colin's case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton's type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Cathys or Rynns or Trinas or Kays or Kates or, god forbid, Catherines. K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. He had dated 19 girls. All of them had been named Katherine. And all of them- every single solitary one- had dumped him.

It's 2 lines. Font like typewriter inked across the very bottom of his torso. h e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e

M-O-T-H-E-R "M" is for the million things she gave me, "O" means only that she's growing old, "T" is for the tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her heart of purest gold; "E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining, "R" means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word that means the world to me.

Using your fire to ignite someone else's, Will not dim your light... It will illuminate the room & you will shine, T O G E T H E R.

Even Magic has its limits' -Malcolm from TRIO Book one "Heroes

Col, Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go And here's me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou. yrs forever, K-a-t-h-e-r-i-n-e Eventually, he found the bed too comfortable for his state of mind, so he lay down on his back, his legs sprawled across the carpet. He anagrammed "yrs forever" until he found one he liked: sorry fever. And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus somthing. He kept thinking about one word -forever-and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage. It hurt like the worst ass-kicking- he'd ever gotten. And he'd gotten plenty." 1.Greek: "I have found it." 2.More on that later.

I should have listened to all those old-school government types, but I didn't. The ones - I had formerly written off as "crazy" or conspiratorial - THOSE ones, that ended up being right ----- about everything. I guess... I just never believed there were nefarious agencies working behind the public government apparatus that were intent on consolidating power and running roughshod over anyone who opposed them. I suppose.. I thought, sure, maybe that group DOES exist... but I was young and too busy living my life, or trying to, before it was rudely, and shockingly interrupted BY these rogue groups... to ever believe they WERE real. __ Until I encountered them. And had to go up against them. THE SHADOW GOVERNMENT. T H E R E A L G O V E R N M E N T.

I couldn't change enough, and I knew it. All I could do was something that would have pleased mo t h e r . I could give up swearing, I could clean up my language which had upset mother so. And so I did. "You mean you're not going to say 'fuck' or 'shit' or 'cocksucker' or even 'up yours' or 'in the ear' or anything, anymore?" Franny asked me. that's right," I said. "Not even 'asshole'?" Franny asked. "Right," I said. "You asshole," Franny said. "It makes as much sense as anything else," Frank reasoned. "You dumb prick," Franny baited me. "i think it's rather noble," Lilly said. "Small, but noble." "He lives in a second-rate whorehouse with people who want to start the world over and he wants to clean up his language," Franny said. "Cunthead," she told me. "You wretched fart," Franny said. "Beat your meat all night and dream of tits, but you want to sound nice, is that it?" she

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Each grain of pollen may be likened to a sort of box. Inside are the plant's reproductive cells. It is essential for these cells to be well concealed to protect their life and keep them safe from external dangers. For this reason the structure of the box is very strong. The box is surrounded by a wall called the "sporoderm." The outermost layer of this wall, called exine, is the most resistant material known in the organic world, and its chemical make-up has not yet been fully analysed. This material is generally very resistant to damage from acids or enzymes. It is f u r t h e r m o re unaffected by high temperature and pre s s u re. As we have seen, very detailed precautions have been taken to protect the pollen, which is essential for the continued existence of plants. The grains have been very specially wrapped up. Thanks to this, whatever method the pollen is dispersed by, it can remain alive even miles away from the p a rent plant. Besides the fact that pollen grains are coated with a very resistant material, they are also dispersed in very large numbers, which guarantees the multiplication of that plant.

t e rn a ti v e to s ome o f the o t h e r n ame s for the s u bj e c t of c o m m u n i s m-pro l etariat, m ul t i t ud e , p art-of- n o - p art.

iv el y c al l i ng for t h e r e clamatio n of c o m m u n i s m a s t h e n ame for a rev o l u t i o n ary u n i ve r s a l egali t rui an i s m , B ad i o u i n s i s t s o n a c o m m u n i s m d i s c o n ne c te d from t h e " o u tmo d e d " forms of Party and St at e . Hardt a n d N egri l i kewi s e rej e c t Party and State: "Being commu­ nist means being aga i nst the State . "8 They emp h a s i z e i n s te a d t h e c o n s t i tu e n t p o w e r o f d e s i re a n d t h e affec ­ tiv e , c re ativ e p ro d u c ti v i ty o f t h e mu l t i tu d e a s the c o m m u n i s m u n de r p i n n i n g and e x c e ed i ng c ap itali s m . T h i s i s n o t m y v iew. I agree w i th Bo s t e e l s and Zi z e k t h a t a p o l i t ic s w i t h o u t t h e organi zatio n a l form o f t h e p arty i s a polit i c s wi t h o u t p o l i ti c

C o n s ume r goo d s are attract i v e a n d p l e a s u rable e n o u g h o n t h e i r o w n witho u t t h e i de o l o g i ­ c al e l emen t ; t h e y don ' t n e e d a d e mo c ra t i c s u p p l eme n t . T h e tre a tme n t o f c o n sume r good s a s markers o f e q u al­ i ty a n d i n d ic ators of d emo c ra c y wa s for the Sov i e t o t h e r b e fore whos e j u dg i n g g a z e t h e U S i m ag in e d i t s e lf. 2 I bi d . , 2 0 4

We will never ask what a book means, as signified or signifier; we will not look for anything to understand i n i t . We will ask what it functions with, i n con­ nection with what other things it does o r does not transmit intensities, i n which o t h e r multiplicities i t s own a r e inserted a n d metamorphosed, and with what bodies without organs it makes its own converge

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain

The tattoo is sitting just below his hip bone. h e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r e I kiss my way across the words. Kissing away the devils. Kissing away the pain.

As a person, I'm just trying to be better than I was yesterday and continue to elevate.

Although she could not put it to words, as you or I would, her hand grasping The Stranger's hand asked a question, "Who are you?" And into her eager little palm the word came back "T-E-A-C-H-E-R.

As Krona and Anston collected themselves and walked toward the locker rooms, black and red cheerleaders poured from a side door, and I knew who sent them the moment I saw them. They were carrying pom poms that looked to be made out of actual fire but didn’t burn them. Each wore the burning fist symbol of my father on their chests, and they danced out to form up in front of the stands reserved for him. “I-N-F-E-R-N-O, he’s our lord, our H-E-R-O!” they cheered. “Blessed be his name, blessed be, blessed be, Innnnferno!” “Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.” I buried my head in my hands and muttered, “He brought the Infernets. Of course.” Eric was absolutely enthralled. “The what now?” He eyed the cheerleaders like anyone would, admiring their high-cut skirts and the bizarre fiery pom poms they wielded. My father was clapping along to their chant in the front row like a toddler being shown an especially catchy song. He bounced in his seat and whistled enthusiastically. “The Infernettes,” I explained as I resisted the urge to groan. “He has his own cheerleading squad.

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