August 2011
31 posts
“I picture it like Judgement Day,” he says finally, his eyes on the water. “We’ll rise up out of our bodies and find each other again in spirit form. We’ll meet in that new place, all of us together, and first it’ll seem strange, and pretty soon it’ll seem strange that you could ever lose someone, or get lost.”
—A Visit from the Goon Squad
“This is freedom!” one man shouted as he emerged from the compound and squeezed the trigger of his freshly plundered assault rifle, unleashing fire skyward.”
—Thomas Erdbrink, Washington Post.
“Marx believed that man could be made perfect; Communists found that people had an irritating way of refusing to be perfect.”
—Victor Sebestyen, The K.G.B.’s Bathhouse Plot
“I stopped speaking with [D’Angelo] for four years until we started working again recently.”
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don’t get my hopes up, now.
They told him:
-Don’t you know He died for you? Don’t you know He’d do it again?
-I know, he said.
-Don’t you know He’d die for you, again and again and again?
-Yesm.
-And you can’t even cross yourself to see Him.
-Nome.
They folded their arms and waited. Hard, angry eyes, all waiting.
He looked side to side and scratched at the back of his leg. He looked to their left.
-Of course He died for me, he said. He could.
Their arms unfolded. They looked at each other.
-How d’you mean.
Now he looked down.
-If I was the son of God I’d do the same thing. I’d die, if only I could come back. If God would bring me back I’d—
They slapped him across the face. They held his arms to his sides. He tried to keep talking, but they wouldn’t hear him. The boy didn’t cry. He knew that even the son of God was afraid, at the last minute. The boy knew he only had to wait.
motherfucker i'm free
