I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" I wanted to destroy something 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.
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
A sort of fun explosive is potassium permanganate mixed with powdered sugar. The idea is to mix one ingredient that will burn very fast with a second ingredient that will supply enough oxygen for that burning. This burns so fast, it's an explosion.
This is a new version of the light bulb bomb, where you drill a hole in a light bulb and fill the bulb with gasoline. Plug the hole with wax or silicone, then screw the bulb into a socket and let someone walk into a room and throw the switch.
"We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we're just learning this fact. So don't fuck with us."
"The clear layer is glycerin. You can mix glycerin back in when you make soap. Or you can skim the glycerin off.
You can mix glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglyerin.
You can mix nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite.
You can blow up bridges.
You can mix nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and and parafin and make gelatin explosives.
You can blow up a building, easy.
With enough soap, you can blow up the whole world."
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
"It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything."
Sticking feathers to your butt doesnt makes u a chicken !
Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.
Pounding that kid, 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 or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground.
I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.