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The ACG quote fileHere's a collection of quotes gathered over the years from acg, no on e knows why these particular quotes have been choosen - I guess they just touched something in people. If you've got some acg quotes you'd like to contribute - email then to me
"Here you live and die by your words. Nothing more, nothing less.
Thats it."
"It's all about the cowboy hats".
"heh... is this the same whale that had a fatal meeting with one Arthur Dent?... the gothic culture is an enigma, being without definite boundries, or rather those boundries are stretched and mutated with each generation. Yet something undeniably links the whole-whale-meaty-mess of us. It's just irresitable to theorise about what it is...kinda like a fascination with picking scabs."
All threads are sex threads.
It's _not_ about the fucking music
You are not your label.
"Wake up. Shut up. See for yourself. Love yourself. Love
something that wasn't sold to you. Get a fucking life."
it's Saturday, 1:30am, Farinelli is on telly, utterly surreal
situation, more booze than blood in the veins, and the only question should be: Do You Know Where Your Children Are?
"...because if the 90s have taught us anything, its that soundbites are more valid than discussion."
"The only fucking advice that should _always_ be adhered to, imo, is - Never, Under Any Circumstances, Have Sex With Anyone From Whom You Haven't Already Witnessed Evidence Of A Sense Of Humour."
"_We_ ARE the on-topic discussion!"
>I make $75,000 a year and my soul is filled with dark angst.
Sorry, I didnt get into this scene to watch people being whipped,
chained and set on fire.
"I was being nostalgic with scotch before I had anything to be
nostalgic
about"
The best thing to do with those who obviously want publicity is to
ignore them - however, this isn't going to stop me writing my novel -
"Jesus Christ, Messiah or nigger loving kike poofta?" I figure that
should kick up enough publicity to pre-sell my first million.
...it's nice to talk Australian without knowing it's going to be
translated down to American by the reader.
I spent some time this week expanding my word power and developed the
following awful joke.
[someone asked "WTF is hardcore, btw?", Stranger replied...]
Good writing, meaningful writing - be it books or songs or poetry or
whatever yanks your crank - should be a designer warhead created to
penetrate a specific breed of target and explode within, resonating.
Anything less is just pissing off a cliff and calling it spring rain.
I'm a non-practicing sleaze.
My Inner Slut is bound and gagged.
I've yet to meet a penis that tasted worse than latex.
There are few things that can match slowly, elegantly degenerating
conversation among friends.
Then I would suggest you start a club of DJs for DJs. You could call
it
"Circle Jerks".
This post may contain adult themes, coarse language, drug use,
violence,
nudity and sexual references. PyroJames recommends viewing by Gothic
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I *like* being able to have something else in my life besides
roleplaying... 24 hours a day... 7 days a week... 974 days a year
974
days a year, I hear you ask? You try spending time with roleplayers
continually and see how long the year is).
Awww. Okay, everybody crowd in... that's it... now... Group Hug!!!!
There, isn't that nice? (Umm, what's that? Oh god, Sandro, put it
away.)
what is this newsgroup
you meet some people
sometimes you wonder
- ..S. (woowar)
Sometimes I find myself thinking "Christ this is boring as watching
mould develop on Vegemite, but hell, maybe they're all sick of me
starting yet another poll or other... maybe if I do it _again_
everybody's first thought is gonna be
Oh-how-predictable-B's-wanting-to-find-out-our-favourite-positions-AGAIN!".
When you look back on the archaeological dig, the graveyard, the battlefield and the flower strewn stage that was your twenties, if you can answer these questions honestly, you have already lived a better life than 95 % of the people that ever lived: Did I have a ripsnorter of a time? Did I have glorious days and nights with others and by myself? Can I look at myself in the mirror most of the time and be comfortable with the person I've become? Are there people in my life that genuinely care about me, that make me laugh, and that I care about? Do I have one place I can call my own? Am I, regardless of whatever money I earn or my job position, independent? Did I express myself to someone and say one true thing during that whole time, and felt myself understood if even for a moment? Can I look back on all the greatest moments of that time, and not exclusively with nostalgia and regret, because I know that the best is yet to come? - Sandro What have you chosen to wear for your big night [to accept your Academy Award tm]?
Bjork. I would construct a dress out of a dead Bjork, and at some
point
during the proceedings, I would pretend I just laid a large icecube.
"Work like nobody's watching
>whats flash?
On a lighter note, allow me to pass you this metaphorical snorkel...
<hands over snorkelgt; You're obviously going to need it to help you
breathe with your head shoved that far up your arse.
My life is complete, however, now that i've been introduced to the
metaphorical snorkel.
I.
II.
We may live and die by our words but I feel that every word is another
shovel full of dirt out of my grave.
You need never be bored again, or waste time with role-playing, now
you have found acg, the most highly intelligent, impeccably mannered,
culturally sophisticated and artistically gifted goup of dark bleak
souls to ever inhabit cyberspace. We're all great roots too. :)~
Most of the time I feel like I'm having a wank and I haven't
noticed
the curtains are open and everyone's laughing at me but I'm far too
engrossed to notice, and I just know one day I'll notice the curtains
and I'll have to disappear for ever.
"curtseying is difficult while peeing ones pants"
"Any woman who will take on a Dalek with just a baseball bat and a few
cans of Nitro-9 does it for me."
Sandro - great punk music used to be better than watching two
beautiful women having sex on your bed :)
See, I would have been more than happy with the prettiness, if only
they
hadn't led me on like a tawdry trollop through the early parts of the
film,
promising a cerebral blow job, only to leave me blue-balled through
the
second half while that painted jezebelle slowly injected my awaiting
member
with medical grade anesthetic.
So yes....It *used* to be about the cowboy hats, but then we got distracted by something shiny... -- Neef "The path most travelled is also the path with the good resturants and all the good shops," - The Wisdom of Neef
(cut dialogue from the next movie)
On Usenet you can only throw metaphorical fruit.
World dominiation lies at the end of a bar crawl.
That reminds me. Whilst on my way back from Abyss I entered
MacDonald's. I was my new frockcoat and lacey shirt, along with pointy boots..and there by the counter was a guy in pants so wide you could smuggle in refugees, a beanie some bright top and a dummy around his neck. He looked me up and down and sneered 'You mean there are clubs who actually let you in dressed like that' from a dude with a dummy around his neck :)
"The fashion industry - the best and biggest argument for nudity."
"Just making it clear for the soon to be middle aged, vulture
featured, red wine drinking, valium popping toorak set, that I am *not* from
Mars. :)"
Turning Thirty is, like, *so* 23 days, 1 hour and 4 minutes ago.
--
Actually, it occured to me this morning that the Old Testament God isn't really a *bad* person. He's just doing what He had to do to make a name for Himself. Which then inspired this bit of ganster rap:
When ya just a young G ya gotta build ya reputation
God is in tha house, muthafaucka
Spread tha Word around, and put 'em in tha picture
God is in tha house
Then the day will come when ya wanna have a son
God is in tha house
I have this dream where I own a really deep bathtub on those stubby little legs, like Grandma had. Rooms with a lot of light. And a
dog.
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