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Hand Guns are for Pussies (2008) version of HK417 rifle with 12" / 30cm barrel, fitted with telescope sight with night vision adapter, folding bipod and a sound moderator (silencer)

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Oneseven // Gr.11 // Walmart // S I N G L E
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Im a fuckin skin head, got a problem?
I bascially dont give a fuck.
Theres two differant sides to me
only a few people know them
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You are not special.
You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
You're the same decaying organic matter
as everything else.
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ONLY THE STRONGEST WILL SURVIVE
LEAD ME TO HEAVEN WHEN WE DIE
I HAVE A SHADOW ON THE WALL
I'LL BE THE ONE TO
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The fine Print

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned

so a great fictional mind once said the following things and to think that there just empty thoughts is just to stupid so read and understand even if you dont agree

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We're the middle children of history, we have no special purpose or place, and unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Burn the museums, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way, at least God will know your name.

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be

Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?

That's right; one can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items...


Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
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In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.

You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?

Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate.

God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.