everybody wants to be emperor of the french don’t nobody want to be a broke ass corsican artillery corporal

THINK BEFORE YOU COME FOR THE GREAT ONE

everybody gangsta until you slip the pin from hand grenade discretely into their palm and watch the slow realization of your mutual demise along with that of a dozen innocents in an act of pure spite cross their countenance

“you think you’re always right” yeah bitch who argues a point under the assumption they’re wrong???

Your last saved meme is your moral philosophy:

be virtuous in life so that you go to heaven and get to meet god, then you can strangle him for his crimes against mankind

‘hurry up with my damn croissants’ is the hardest line in all hip hop

in saudi arabia they have semen retention police who will stop men at random and massage their prostates in a not gay way so they can measure their motility, and if it’s subpar they’re deemed to not be virtuous and have to go to jail

gun

you’ll get yours aplenty

ultima ratio r*t*rd

i need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men

MEAT

something very sad about a middle aged man grown too portly for the sports car he always wanted as an athletic young man and now owns, to commute to and from atherton each day, stuffed in like wet ham

when you become president of the united states they take you into a small room in the white house - you can see it on the tour - and they screen an 8mm film - no sound - of the kennedy assassination from another angle, and you learn to fall in line after that

not many people know that because of federal law a murder in an airport has to be prosecuted in front of the icc in the hague

i need a battalion of corpses, a legion of dead men, carrion entrails removed by wolves, devoured soft tissues, they have passed beyond flesh and don’t know fear of hunger

unbothered. moisturized. happy. in my lane. focused. flourishing

i can guide a missile by satellite, and i can hit a target through a telescope, i can end the planet in a holocaust

whenever i win money from vcs playing poker that’s a victory for class war

you almost certainly worship murderers and evil duplicitous men

wish i had thought of a better username for this platform like maybe @thehandsomepissgod10k

i fly a starship

every market is an assassination market

‘extraducial’ depends entirely on whose perspective you adopt with respect to justice - the state’s, the oligarch’s, the priest’s, your parents’, or your own

make me king

is it better to be loved or to be feared? neither, it’s best to be powerful

my competitors are motivated by money, prestige, pussy - low, base things i am motivated to make orphans of their children and drink their blood - noble, pure

the idea of 'cryprographically secure messaging' is a psyop by the nsa to convince you it's safe to put your messages on the computer

pretty weird how you can remember things you imagined

mathematics is kiki biology is bouba no further questions

a mind is an ugly squirming flailing thing

i think different types of people have different types of ichor inside them, in the bones especially

everyone’s got a plan until you take some pliers to their teeth and fingernails

АРМАГЕДДОН

have you ever imagine the passage of a projectile through skin, flesh, bone, organs, spirit, soul, dreams, mind,

Your ouija board spells out S-P-U-T-N-I-K. A satellite's ghost recounts how beautiful the vacuum of space once felt against its metal skin.

fuck the journalists are here goddamnit

alas regrettably the days when a young man could mutiny from the navy, hijack an armored train, break in and plunder an arsenal, and form a breakaway republic are over,

i’m the guy with the nuclear codes in my chest who the president has to personally eviscerate to launch a strike, the state hasn’t been able to find me in months, time is running out,

many people who don’t know me personally might be unaware of the similarities between me and ‘uncle’ ted k such as: we were both interested in real analysis, both harvard graduates, both cal professors at a young age, both subjected to government mind control experiments,

the trial of sacco & vanzetti, now largely forgotten, was nevertheless important as it forced us, as a society, to face such questions as; is it moral to rob and kill for a political cause, and, is it moral to be italian

having a truly normal one

you’ll be drowned in boots like mafia but your feet will still float like christ’s

now, I don't *avoid* simps, Mandrake, but I do deny them my essence

send assassins, send goons and brutes, send the poilice, send many men the meatgrinder is thirsty and rusty, purchase redemption in flesh and gristle

i have personally killed fifteen thousand people in war crimes on three continents, i have supplied weapons to kony 2012, my arms are coated in blood and my legs are coated in platinum iridium, i am taller than a thousand copies of the openai charter layed end to end, i am absolved of all sin

every morning when i wake up i eat a packet of cigarettes soaked overnight in malt liquor, then i yell obscenities at the mirror for exactly eleven minutes while tearing at my skin and hair like a wild animal