Mar
29
The Rum Diary
Bob
There’s no hook for his kind of hat.
You’re giving me fear! Stop it! I’ve got fear!
You’re high, you fool, drink some rum!
Boss
The average guy dont rock the boat because he wants to climb aboard it!
Kemp
I said I was writing an essay, and it requires some shut mouth.
God, I am so hopelessly and progressively in love.
I just want some apple blossom lipstick and fucks.
I gotta get the girl.
Human beings are the only creatures on earth that claim a god, and the only living thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one.
There is no dream, just a piss puddle of greed, spreading throughout the world.
You smell it? It’s the smell of bastards. It’s also the smell of truth.
