Mox Quotes

Commala-come-come There’s a young man with a gun. Young man lost his honey When she took it on the run. Commala-come-one! She took it on the run! Left her baby lonely But he baby ain’t done. Commala-come-coo The wind’ll blow ya through. Ya gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya Cause there’s nothin else to do. Commala-come-two! Nothin else to do! Gotta go where ka’s wind blows ya Cause there’s nothin else to do. Commala-come-key Can you tell me what ya see? Is it ghosts or just the mirror That makes ya wanna flee? Commala-come-three! I beg ya, tell me! Is it ghosts or just your darker self That makes ya wanna flee? Commala-come-ko Whatcha doin at my do’? If ya doan tell me now, my friend I’ll lay ya on de flo’. Commala-come-fo’! I can lay ya low! The things I’ve do to such as you You never wanna know. Commala-gin-jive Ain’t it grand to be alive? To look out on Discordia When the Demon Moon arrives. Commala-come-five! Even when the shadows rise! To see the world and walk the world Makes ya glad to be alive. Commala-mox-nix! You’re in a nasty fix! To take a hand in traitor’s glove Is to grasp a sheaf of sticks! Commala-come-six! Nothing there but thorns and sticks! When your find your hand in traitor’s glove You’re in a nasty fix. Commala-loaf-leaven! They go to hell or up to heaven! The the guns are shot and the fires hot, You got to poke em in the oven. Commala-come-seven! Salt and yow’ for leaven! Heat em up and knock em down And poke em in the oven. Commala-ka-kate You’re in the hands of fate. No matter if it’s real or not, The hour groweth late. Commala-come-eight! The hour groweth late! No matter what shade ya cast You’re in the hands of fate. Commala-me-mine You have to walk the line. When you finally get the thing you need It makes you feel so fine. Commala-come-nine! It makes ya feel fine! But if you’d have the thing you need You have to walk the line. Commala-come-ken It’s the other one again. You may know her name and face But that don’t make her your friend. Commala-come-ten! She is not your friend! If you let her get too close She’ll cut you up again! Commala-come-call We hail the one who made us all, Who made the men and made the maids, Who made the great and small. Commala-come-call! He made us great and small! And yet how great the hand of fate That rules us one and all. Commala-come-ki, There’s a time to live and one to die. With your back against the final wall Ya gotta let the bullets fly. Commala-come-ki! Let the bullets fly! Don’t ‘ee mourn for me, my lads When it comes my day to die. Commala-come-kass! The child has come at last! Sing your song, O sing it well, The child has come to pass. Commala-come-kass, The worst has come to pass. The Tower trembles on its ground; The child has come at last. Commala-come-come, The battle’s now begun! And all the foes of men and rose Rise with the setting sun.

Deliciam meam amo. Lude cum matre tua. Mox domi ero. Pater tuus.

...no longer needs us."... "I'll always need you," Mox said fiercely.... "You'll miss us," Ziva said. "Want us. But that's something else entirely.

რაც ოდესღაც ბუნებრივი იყო ცოცხალი ორგანიზმისთვის, მომავალში საჭირო აღარ იქნება - სწორედ ეს არის ფუნდამენტი, ფორმულა, რომელიც სიცოცხლეს ახასიათებს - ჩვენ არა მხოლოდ შევძლებთ ბუნების შემოქმედების გაყალბებას, არამედ დარწმუნებული ვარ, ეს უკანასკნელი ჩვენგან სწორედ ამას მოელის" - M13

Great things aren’t achieved with a safety net in place. Safety nets, backup plans — these are distractions, excuses to give up early.

I don’t believe in backup plans. I call them “10th-hour plans.” You can’t win in the 11th hour if you quit in the 10th hour.

Also, Terry Funk rules, bitch.

When you’re at the touchscreen ordering a custom sandwich at Wawa and they ask you all those questions, take them seriously.

Don’t pace yourself. Just go until you fall over. We’ll pick you up.

They made a bunch of stupid toys. I remember seeing some at the store where Donatello was a basketball player. … He’s like five feet tall. I guess he could have been a John Stockton type, but the pick-and-roll wouldn’t have worked cuz none of the other turtles were tall either; they would have needed that giant robot body with Krang in his stomach to play power forward, and by that point I think there would have been just too much animosity for them to gel as a team. This book sucks.

Maybe this book just serves as a guide to what not to do. For instance: Don’t smoke crack. I’ll describe it for you now just so curiosity doesn’t get the better of you: It’s like doing a whip-it and eating wasabi at the same time. Still, if you really just love smoking crack and that’s your thing, I won’t stop you.

მიუხედავად იმისა, რომ სამყაროს კანონებმა დაუშვა სიცოცხლე და შემდეგ მისი ევოლუციით განვითარება, სამყარო ყოველთვის გულგრილი იყო ცნობიერების მქონე არსების მიმართ. სამყაროსთვის არც ღმერთები არსებობდნენ. მისთვის არსებობდა მხოლოდ კანონები, რომელსაც ქაოსურ პროცესში თავადვე წერდა. ამიტომ, სამყარომ შემეცნებად არსებებს სიკვდილი მიუსაჯა. უსასრულო და გარდაუვალი. მთელი კაცობრიობის ისტორია, ეს იყო ნაჯღაბნი, მცდელობა მსაჯულის გამონახვის, არ არსებული მკითხველი და ტექსტი.

Ode 4.7 Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis arboribus comae; mutat terra uices et decrescentia ripas flumina praetereunt; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet ducere nuda chorus. Inmortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum quae rapit hora diem. Frigora mitescunt Zephyris, uer proterit aestas, interitura simul pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae: non ubi decidimus quo pater Aeneas, quo diues Tullus et Ancus, puluis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae tempora di superi? Cuncta manus auidas fugient heredis, amico quae dederis animo. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos fecerit arbitria, non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te restituet pietas; infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum liberat Hippolytum, nec Lethaea ualet Theseus abrumpere caro uincula Pirithoo.

Wrestling can be ANYTHING. It’s everything. It’s world-class athletes. It’s Broadway, Shakespeare, summer blockbusters, best-selling novels, soap operas, high art. It’s nobodies from nowhere finding a way to say to the world: “Fuck you!” It’s entertainment, it’s movies, it’s music. … It’s EVERYTHING.

Maybe this book just serves as a guide to what not to do. For instance: Don’t smoke crack. I’ll describe it for you now just so curiosity doesn’t get the better of you: It’s like doing a whip-it and eating wasabi at the same time.

My favorite wrestling coach when I was a kid once told me: “Don’t pace yourself. Just go until you fall over. We’ll pick you up.” That stuck with me, maybe too much.

It’s this thing. … Shit! You see, I was completely comfortable in my world where the G1 didn’t exist until a few minutes ago, but now I feel like I have to go or I’m a coward. It intimidated me, but I can’t live in a world where I backed down from a challenge, where I was scared, where I took the easy road, where I had the chance to do something extraordinary and I took the safe option. There was no choice now. Rocky couldn’t have put less pressure on me the way he mentioned it, but the way my brain works, he may as well have said to me, “You won’t do the G1, you pussy!

One time I was so frustrated with these boxes in my garage I took them up the street and threw them in the dumpster. My mother, my biggest fan, reacted as if I’d drowned a litter of baby kittens.

I’ve come to find as I go back and think about how I got here, about to have a little girl (who we’re calling Nora, and who I’m gonna teach to be choking MFers out from an early age), that I’m a bunch of other things too: athlete, entertainer, storyteller, yes, but also … socially challenged, borderline alcoholic, mildly sadomasochistic, headcase, poor kid, juvenile delinquent, brother, son, friend. I’m also a pretty damn good husband and a supernaturally potent sexual creature.

JoKe Claudio told me: I had a dream I swam in an ocean of oranGe soda, but it was just a Fanta Sea.

He taught me how to melt a square sheet of plastic in two spots, bend them, clamp them into place and make a picture frame.

Obsessed” is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated.

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The dramatic interplay was more in Lester’s wheelhouse, particularly the scene where Billy Bob contemplates suicide. Wracked with guilt over disappointing his coach (and, in retrospect, possibly suffering from post-concussion syndrome), Billy Bob sits on the back of his pickup with his football trophies, a bottle of tequila, and a Mossberg 12-gauge pump shotgun when he’s confronted by Mox. “Championship trophy. Steelers. We were 9. Remember this shit? Playing Pee Wee?” “Yeah,” Mox says. “It was fun.” “No, it wasn’t. I remember being yelled at.” Billy Bob throws the trophy. “Too fat, Billy Bob!” Bang! “Too slow and dumb!” He pulls the pump handle. Bang! “It was great,” Robbins, the director, says. “I remember that night shooting that scene, and you don’t do that once, you do it over and over again from different angles. And he was just able to deliver that performance over and over again, and those were real tears and real emotion coming out of him.” Lester drew on pain from his personal life, thinking of his late father and his sister Linda, who died at 35. He also pulled from his own struggles with suicide. Inconsolable after Linda passed, he had put a loaded gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. “God,” he says, is the only explanation. “I actually have the bullet, still. It’s not a dud; it’s live. It just didn’t go off,” Lester says. “I was kind of dreading [that scene] because I knew where I’d go. But I’m an actor and I’m making a commitment to the character. To do that, you have to go 100 percent and just hope you pull yourself out of it.

ეს ომია, ერთ მხარეს შეკითხვებია, მეორე მხარეს კი არაფერი

ენის გაჩენის შემდეგ სიცოცხლე, იგივე ვირუსი გადადის ახალ ეტაპზე. ენის გაჩენამდე თუ ვირუსის გავრცელების ერთადერთი საშუალება ევოლუციის მიერ ბუნებრივი გადარჩევა გენოფონდის მუტაციის ხარჯზე იყო, ამჯერად ჩნდება თვითშემეცნებადი გონი. შედეგად იწყება გონის მიერ კულტურის ევოლუცია, იგივე მეცნიერების და ტექნოლოგიების პროგრესი, ინიციატივას ართმევს ბიოლოგიურ ევოლუციას. მსგავსი ფორმით იზრდება ვარიაციების გამარავალფეროვნება, ანუ ვირუსი უფრო სწრაფად ძლიერდება. ბიოლოგიურ ევოლუციაში ვარიაციებისთვის გონების მუტაცია ხდება. ამიტომ ის ანადგურებს, კლავს ბიოლოგიურ სხეულებს, რათა გააგრძელოს ექსპერიმენტი, ანუ პროგრესი. რაც შეეხება ენის, ანუ გონის ეპოქაში, როდესაც ხელთ სადავეებს კულტურები და ტექნოლოგიები იგდებენ, ცოცხალი ორგანიზმი თავად იცვლება, ის ინდივიდუალური არსებობის პროცესშივე პროგრესირებს, ამიტომ მისი მოკვდინება აღარაა საჭირო. ცოცხალი ორგანიზმი იწყებს უკვდავებაზე, შესაბამისად, განვითარებაზე, სამყარს მოდებაზე ფიქრს. პროგრესი, იგივე ვირუსი აქ უკვე შეუჩერებელია - სუპერკომპიუტერი

„სიამოვნების (სექსუალური აქტის) აპოგეა, რომელიც ტკივილით – მშობიარობით გვირგვინდება და ჩანასახშივე ატარებს გარდაუვალის – სიკვდილის პოტენციალს, წმინდაწყლის დაცინვაა“ - კარლ მოქსი

თუ მოხმარება ბუნებრივია, მაშინ წარმოებამდე მოხმარება უნდა ყოფილიყო. ჩვენ კი ვიცით, რომ სიცოცხლე სამყაროში წარმოებული სხვადასხვა ფიზიკური თუ ქიმიური მოვლენების შედეგად გაჩნდა.

I don’t know why we were in the back of this SUV, but I assume it had something to do with acquiring coke and/or ecstasy.

Snot, tears and spit spewing as I howled, a 230-pound limp sack of bones slumped over, my head resting on the stoop. I cried for two hours. You happy now, motherfucker? Now I look like a pussy in my own book. Walking off a plane in Dallas in tears after writing this, and people are staring at me and shit. I will always miss you, Grant. I love you.