Thursday, February 14, 2013
Whose that author?
When I say impotent, I mean I've lost even my desire to work. That's a hell of a lot more primal passion than sex. I've lost my reason for being. My purpose. The only thing I ever truly loved. … We have established the most enormous, medical entity ever conceived and people are sicker than ever! WE CURE NOTHING! WE HEAL NOTHING! The whole goddamn wretched world is strangulating in front of our eyes. That's what I mean when I say impotent. You don't know what the hell I'm talking about, do you?...I'm tired. I'm very tired, Miss Drummond. And I hurt. And I've got nothing going for me anymore. Can you understand that?...And you also understand that the only admissible matter left is death.
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8 comments:
So, I put the kosh on him.
Is the quote from the old daytime soap called "Genital Hospital"?
What a crybaby.
Get Bock!
I think Troop is paddying his posts.
You mean Troop is hibernating, blake?
I'm saying if he really wants to being there, he needs to network.
He could chance it - maybe do some gardening.
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