Post by >V< on Aug 13, 2009 10:04:24 GMT -5
Life.
What is it all about?
Does life have a purpose?
Or is it all just a big fucking waste of time?
No fancy song lyrics. No cute quotes. No letting anyone's words speak for his own. Klaus Von Knorre sits alone in his garage, surrounded by his collection of automobiles. It's quite impressive, let me assure you.
KvK: "But what does it matter?"
Yes, what IS the point in all of this? Over there is a 1951 Mercury Coupe. Chopped and dropped top, rear fender skirts. Everything painted a sinister flat black. It's a beautiful car, but what's the point? You can't take it with you, as they say. Whoever 'they' are.
KvK: "They're us, I suppose. The saying should be 'as WE say,' if you ask me."
Perhaps. Anyway, as I was saying. Why own a car like this? Sure, it's well within the means of a man such as Klaus, he of the sizeable inheritance. But just because one can afford something, doesn't necessarily mean that one should go through the trouble of purchasing it, much less maintaining it in the impeccable condition that we see it in today.
KvK: "It is nice, isn't it?"
Yeah, I already said how nice it is. No need to rub it in, you smug son of a bitch.
KvK: "Jealousy is a stinky cologne, my friend."
Indeed. The purpose of all of this can be summed up in one word.
KvK: "Pleasure."
Fuck what anyone else thinks. To hell with what they say about you. Life is pointless and lame. The purpose of life is to take your pleasures where you can, and everyone else be damned.
KvK: "You know what the difference between myself and the illustrious *CENSORED* is? He spends so much time wondering what everyone else is doing. How will they react to me? What will they say? Do they love me? Does anyone want an autograph?"
Seeking approval from the world, yeah.
KvK: "Yeah, exactly. I could not possibly care any less what anyone else says about me. You think I give a fuck about my legacy? Like I've got something to prove to ANYbody?"
If I had to guess, I'd say 'probably not.'
KvK: "Right you are, magical voice inside my head!"
You really should get that prescription refilled.
KvK: "Lay off, willya?"
Just trying to help, man.
KvK: "I do whatever I want, whenever I want. I don't give a single, solitary fuck what anyone says or thinks. Least of all some worthless sack of shit like that guy. He actually thinks that anything he says can make me mad? I've got more money than I can spend in two lifetimes, in case anyone's forgotten. *CENSORED* keeps me around because they don't even fucking pay me. Did you know that?"
You fight for free?
KvK: "You're goddamn right I do."
Why?
KvK: "I don't need more money. I do it for one simple reason, and that one single solitary reason only."
Pleasure?
KvK: "Bingo. I enjoy hurting people. It's not because they make me mad, it's not about revenge or earning anyone's respect. It sure as fuck isn't to build any kind of a legacy. The Crushing Reality of the matter is that I enjoy making other people hurt. Call it whatever you want, because psychoanalyzing myself isn't my cup of tea, either."
You're a sick motherfucker, Klaus.
KvK: "So I've been told. Many times."
Seriously, though. You need help. And when the voices in your head are telling you to get help, you know there's really a problem. Don't laugh, I'm serious! You don't need the $80 a week kind of help, where you go lie down on a couch for half an hour and tell some weird guy in a suit about how you're feeling. You need some kind of collegiate-level center, where they've memorized the writings of Freud and Pavlov, where they can monitor you 24-7. You need a team of motherfuckers, focused on you at all times, having meetings about you to discuss your progress.
KvK: "I'll get all the 'help' I need when *CENSORED* is screaming in agony. It's not because he's 'gotten under my skin' or 'pissed me off' or 'got my blood boiling.' It's because it's one of the few things in life that makes me happy. My blood is as cold as ice, pal. Just like always."
Certainly looks like things will be ugly.
KvK: "Oh, yeah. I'll be on a motherfucking RAMPAGE, you just watch."
Dear sweet Zombie Jesus....
What is it all about?
Does life have a purpose?
Or is it all just a big fucking waste of time?
No fancy song lyrics. No cute quotes. No letting anyone's words speak for his own. Klaus Von Knorre sits alone in his garage, surrounded by his collection of automobiles. It's quite impressive, let me assure you.
KvK: "But what does it matter?"
Yes, what IS the point in all of this? Over there is a 1951 Mercury Coupe. Chopped and dropped top, rear fender skirts. Everything painted a sinister flat black. It's a beautiful car, but what's the point? You can't take it with you, as they say. Whoever 'they' are.
KvK: "They're us, I suppose. The saying should be 'as WE say,' if you ask me."
Perhaps. Anyway, as I was saying. Why own a car like this? Sure, it's well within the means of a man such as Klaus, he of the sizeable inheritance. But just because one can afford something, doesn't necessarily mean that one should go through the trouble of purchasing it, much less maintaining it in the impeccable condition that we see it in today.
KvK: "It is nice, isn't it?"
Yeah, I already said how nice it is. No need to rub it in, you smug son of a bitch.
KvK: "Jealousy is a stinky cologne, my friend."
Indeed. The purpose of all of this can be summed up in one word.
KvK: "Pleasure."
Fuck what anyone else thinks. To hell with what they say about you. Life is pointless and lame. The purpose of life is to take your pleasures where you can, and everyone else be damned.
KvK: "You know what the difference between myself and the illustrious *CENSORED* is? He spends so much time wondering what everyone else is doing. How will they react to me? What will they say? Do they love me? Does anyone want an autograph?"
Seeking approval from the world, yeah.
KvK: "Yeah, exactly. I could not possibly care any less what anyone else says about me. You think I give a fuck about my legacy? Like I've got something to prove to ANYbody?"
If I had to guess, I'd say 'probably not.'
KvK: "Right you are, magical voice inside my head!"
You really should get that prescription refilled.
KvK: "Lay off, willya?"
Just trying to help, man.
KvK: "I do whatever I want, whenever I want. I don't give a single, solitary fuck what anyone says or thinks. Least of all some worthless sack of shit like that guy. He actually thinks that anything he says can make me mad? I've got more money than I can spend in two lifetimes, in case anyone's forgotten. *CENSORED* keeps me around because they don't even fucking pay me. Did you know that?"
You fight for free?
KvK: "You're goddamn right I do."
Why?
KvK: "I don't need more money. I do it for one simple reason, and that one single solitary reason only."
Pleasure?
KvK: "Bingo. I enjoy hurting people. It's not because they make me mad, it's not about revenge or earning anyone's respect. It sure as fuck isn't to build any kind of a legacy. The Crushing Reality of the matter is that I enjoy making other people hurt. Call it whatever you want, because psychoanalyzing myself isn't my cup of tea, either."
You're a sick motherfucker, Klaus.
KvK: "So I've been told. Many times."
Seriously, though. You need help. And when the voices in your head are telling you to get help, you know there's really a problem. Don't laugh, I'm serious! You don't need the $80 a week kind of help, where you go lie down on a couch for half an hour and tell some weird guy in a suit about how you're feeling. You need some kind of collegiate-level center, where they've memorized the writings of Freud and Pavlov, where they can monitor you 24-7. You need a team of motherfuckers, focused on you at all times, having meetings about you to discuss your progress.
KvK: "I'll get all the 'help' I need when *CENSORED* is screaming in agony. It's not because he's 'gotten under my skin' or 'pissed me off' or 'got my blood boiling.' It's because it's one of the few things in life that makes me happy. My blood is as cold as ice, pal. Just like always."
Certainly looks like things will be ugly.
KvK: "Oh, yeah. I'll be on a motherfucking RAMPAGE, you just watch."
Dear sweet Zombie Jesus....
