Don’t mess with Trujillo.
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Snow-white hair is cut into a mohawk of thickly corded dreadlocks above a face both handsome and narrow-jawed, and something about the smoky grey eyes staring out from above high cheekbones speaks of strong Indian heritage. His chin sports a short goatee of the the same bright white, apparently his natural color, and single thick silver ring, slightly tarnished, depends from the lobe of either ear.
He’s tall and well built, standing around six feet, six inches tall, and weighing around two hundred and thirty pounds. His skin is a dark brown not entirely born of life under the constant eye of the harsh sun, his bare abdomen adorned with several shallow scars, and one very deep, very white one, on his left side, that has a corresponding scar on his lower back.
He’s heavily tattooed, ‘Ghost Dancer’ running down his spine in black gothic letters, and his left arm covered knuckles up in a twisting, flat black tribal tattoo of a stylized dragon, the Oriental-style head of it resting on his left pec, a dazzling piece that almost draws attention away from the sickly, livid grey cast, pronounced vascularity, and blackening nails of the hand and arm it covers. In addition to the largest pieces, his other inkwork includes a tattooed length of flaming of chain encircles his right wrist, three flat black triangles on the back of his right hand in a sort of symbolic tribal claw pattern, and a strange tattoo of a snarling, horned rat’s skull, on the back of his neck. All of his tattoos are remarkably high quality- where such an artist exists in the wastelands is surely a mystery..
Plan: A Composite Portrait Of Trujillo
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies… And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: “Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Goodness shouts. Evil whispers.
- Balinese proverb
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Made of flesh and bone, I’m a suicide hero, Yes, I will return. And innocence is gone, but Lord, it’s so easy ‘cauze I got nothin’ to lose.
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“Now I would like, friends, this evening, that we should stand there with all other of God’s creatures on the curbstone, and watch this march of time. Let us take our stand with them. And as we stand there, I hear one of them whispering- he is a Hebrew sage. He says, ‘Vanity of vanities, the whole thing is a vain parade. It has no meaning.’”
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The hand of God’s got a ring about the size of Texas…
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You get what everyone gets.
A lifetime.
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They make a desert, and call it peace.
- Cornelius Tacitus
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In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
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I didn’t tell him about the bats. He’d find out soon enough, the poor bastard.
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Carpe noctem, motherfuckers.
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Will these dreams still follow me out of dark obscurity? Can’t you see it up in the sky, as it kicks you in the face and sucks you dry? And now you tell me the facts of life? I really couldn’t be bothered with you. Get out of my face and watch me die.
Burning inside…
Absolution and a frozen room are the dreams of men below. I try to grab it but the touch is hot, the mirror collapses, but the image came not. I’m scared of the darkness in the light. I scare myself because I know I’m right. I see the evil in your savage eye as it cuts right through the sky…
Burning inside…
Calling a mantra with a blade in the skin for the demons within. I feel the pain is the death and decay, but the lesson never fades away. Two little shadows, turning away, you saw the man through the window pane. Another slave and a victim of fate, another lesson in hate…
Burning inside..
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If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on the human face - forever… and remember that it is forever.
- Eric Blair
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I… don’t wanna be your friend, now, baby… But I… I wanna move it just a little bit closer…
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Life is full of darkness, and murderers come my way. Someday, you will join them, and I will let you in.
You would never sleep at night, if you knew what I’ve been through…
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You learn by pleasure, and you learn by pain.
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It’s always funny until someone gets hurts…
…and then it’s just hilarious.
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Mommies… I’ve been stealing your babies…
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You can’t expect to see him… and survive…
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Can’t think. Can’t dream. Don’t care if I live or die. Don’t talk. I just can’t believe it. Gonna fade because I’m already dead.
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But he underestimates my mind, I know he’s messing with my head, My only weakness is I can’t believe the guy could be entirely dead…
You can’t talk to a psycho like a normal human being.
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With a pistol in both hands, He walked in, Knocked me out of bed. Had the eyes of a deadman, Never seen such a bloodbath.
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I want to show you something so much better, I’ll make the world seem a little bit deader. You’ll smile, but it’s all despair… You’ll love… but there’s nothing there…
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I need to get my bearings… I’m lost, And these shadows keep on changing…
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It takes more than virgin beauty to feed me…
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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I see with the eyes of the hunter, no one can escape.
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Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.
- Samuel Butler.
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The toll of my deep inner life Will force this world to make amends.
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Bleeding white butterflies, older ghosts than you and me listen to the whispering, whisper to the listening. The old grey ghost and I whisper to the listening sky. By the gods above us, we won’t live to see it end. Now let us not pretend that it could have been any other way.
Bleeding white butterflies… Long and slow, I kissed her skull.
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The buddhas and patriarchs are people who don’t have anything to do.
- Master Lin-Chi
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Even the best of friends cannot attend each other’s funeral.
- Kehlog Albran