A Quote About "The Underground"

"When does a collaborator stop being a collaborator? The answer, it seemed to him, was when the collaborators became the clear majority. Then those who weren't collaborators became...well if you were a romantic, you called those people 'The Underground.' If you weren't a romantic, you called them fugitives."
- Cell by Stephen King

short story - Blindsided

"Fuck!" he bellowed as the bright yellow - canary yellow - shoelace on his coveted Nike basketball sneaks broke. He has a mean jump shot and hustles hard to use it to his advantage. He has eleven tattoos covering various parts of his body. His girlfriend at the moment was a 17-year-old whore with a tongue ring and violent tendencies when she didn't get her way. His job here in Chicago would earn him enough to run away and hide with his family in Costa Rica.

"You know, a broken shoelace is bad luck," Isabella (his girl) said, popping her gum as she surveyed their hotel room. "Anyway, you better get this shit done tonight because I'm not staying in this stank-ass hotel any longer."

He ignored her, though was inwardly amused about his plans to shoot her right in her pretty face after the hit he'd been assigned to in the Chi-Town. She probably thought she was going to accompany him to Costa Rica but was dead wrong. The girl ran her mouth too much and knew way too much about him and his assignment to let her live. They say loose lips sink ships and he'd make damn sure she never uttered another word.

He sighed and undid the laces on his sneaks, trading them in for the "stock" laces the shoes had come with.

Suddenly she was on top of him, naked with nothing but her ideas. Delusions of grandeur of a tropical paradise.

"I wanna try to de-stress you before you try to pull off this wild-ass triple murder," she whispered into his ear as she grabbed his cock with her small hands. "You know, I think it's sexy as hell how you kill like it ain't no thing," she said, sliding down to her knees on the floor in front of him. He slapped her across the face. "I'm kinda hot right now and you know damn well this fucking room might be bugged," he whispered almost inaudibly as hepulled her head by her hair up to a level position with his mouth. "I'll fucking kill you if you just fucked me over with that goddamn mouth of yours. You don't know when to shut the fuck up."

He threw her to the floor, traded his sneakers for a pair of loafers and pulled on his Lacoste rain slicker. He pulled his hat down over his eyes, then grabbed his brass knuckles, hunting knife and 9mm and stuck them all in the inside pocket of his jacket.

He walked out the room and to the big parking lot where he parked his inconspicuous black Honda that blended in real nice and had wicked horsepower under the hood. His "marks" for the night were allegedly getting hammered at some bar in downtown Chicago. He put the keys in the ignition and bleeped The Voice on his Nextel, awaiting further instruction on tonight's events.

The Voice answered back and informed him that the two (three?) men are apparently Marines and suggested maybe somebody work the job with him, to better the odds.

"You know I only work alone," he answered. "Just tell me what kinda car they're driving. I'ma wait for them in the back seat, it's an effective-ass position, trust me."

The Voice bleeped back that he'd check into what kind of car they were driving and again insisted the man have some sort of back up.

The man thought to himself. "You still got that mean as a motherfucker pitbull bitch? Ill take her or nobody. You choose."

The Voice smiled to himself. The boy was finally using his head. "Nikkie (the dog) will be prepped and ready to assist. Rendezvous at 0200 hours for pick-up at the regular place," The Voice responded.

"Roger that. Over & out," the man responded, then coolly turned the car on and backed out of his parking space. He made a left-hand turn and sailed through the yellow light as he instinctively looked to his right at the fire truck that was seconds from blindsiding his car. He never heard the crash, felt no pain.

It was going on three months when he'd finally awoken from the accident-induced coma, to find himself handcuffed to a hospital bad, an IV in his arm and screaming pain coming from every bone in his body.

"What the..."he started, before being interrupted by a police officer.

"Good to see you're awake," the officer said. "Now you need to know that you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..."

by Bary Alyssa Johnson 03/25/2010

a # 2 (get out, she sang, then the phone rang...beware. click.)

a # 2

I climbed into the car in my heels, skirt, (jazzy) blazer, realizing at once the extent of my overdressiness as Sheilly, her uppity rich blonde girl friend and my soon-to-be nemeses Nic. The Russian. Well, the other Russian. The 1st Russian was in the driver's seat of the black Mercedes truck.

Sheilly told me to ditch the jacket with the layer of frilly fabric that attached at the bottom on the back. I ditched the fabric only.

"Atlantic City, are you ready for us?" I thought, smiling inwardly. Sheilly reversed the car, navigated to the highway and we were on our way to what I thought would be the New Jersey equivalent of Las vegas. Trust New Jersey to morph the classic getaway that is "Sin City" into a trashy fucking boardwalk bordering a smoking pathetic version of a world class casino (were there even cocktail waitresses with free drinks? does it even matter? what was the point?)

After arriving, parking two miles away, and milling through the Atlantic City "highlights" for going on three hours, my feet were aching in a horrific way as I jealously envied the footwear on the other three. It wasn't my fault I hadn't dressed for the occasion. I was told to wear something similar to what I'd worn to our girls-night out the night before. When we'd drunken in the classic New York bar hop for the classy and upwardly mobile.

Whoa...let me back it up...I'd almost forgotten the point of my little story here.

Nic (Nick?).

The biggest fucking asshole fucktard tool on the face of this planet at this point in world history, civilization.

As soon as I'd shut the door of Sheilly's Mercedes when I first got in the car, Nic and I collided head-on. He was the biggest d*ck I've ever been screwed into meeting (NJ Nic, not Cali nick, mind you those two are polar opposites. club soda and papaya juice. 

I felt an immense hatred for him growing within me before we'd exchanged five words. From his reaction to me, I knew the feeling was achingly mutual. We disagreed the entire time. The blonde girl and Sheilly swore up and down that everyone who met Nic loved him and I replied [sorta] -yo what the fuck, me too- (no, i didn't say it really, but i did explain that I knew what they meant about a personality that everyone instantly beause i am {?} one.

Yet the game of player hating ping pong continued between me and the poor Russian excuse for a (hot) man (doesn't Russia breed noble men? Where had they gone wrong with this one?)

Fast forward.

I paced the crowded hallway of the little retail/restaurant sector of Atlantic City. Peeking glances at the darkened entrance to the dimly-lit Russian restaurant.

Nic chewed on a toothpick as he spoke laughing, while gesturing seriously and speaking in Russian to the Ruskie Matre D (owner? host?).

My eyes glowed red as I shot darts of (God, don't smite me) pure hatred in the cocky kid's direction.

* * *

...then Maria, whose cast would come off in six days, slowed the golf cart to a snail's pace as she navigated (again!) through the dark and eerily lighted golf course.

The naked man watched her from the shadows 'delicious,' he thought to himself.

Maria never saw it coming. Word was that the naked man preferred to feast on the teenagers that were out weekly for their whisky-fests.

But he liked what he saw that night

(tranquila!)

the curly-curly brown shiny hair.  the red ribbon in her hair.  the tiny diamonds twinkling in her ears ("the original path ceases to exist." - deja vu [the movie]). The slim calves. white tennis shoes. cutt-off blue jean shorts.  white tank top.

"Amy!" she shouted softly..."Where are you!"

A sense of urgency made its way quickly through the room. papers rifled as the (other) twelve straightened up in their respective seats, gathered up their intel into neat piles, avoiding each other's eyes, feeling inner panic.

"damn, damn, damn!" Jeremy muttered.

- fade to black -

(hov)

10:06 p.m.

8.27.13

longest surviving signer of declaration of independence.

"Of all the ideas that became the United States, there's a line here that's at the heart of all the others. "But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and provide new Guards for their future security."

- National Treasure

great quotes

"one of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea."
-walter bagehot

"there is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. doubt separates people. it is a poison that disintigrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. it is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills."
- heart of a buddha

"sweating, aware of his too-rapid heartbeat, wondering how to fit clairvoyance and the other psychic phenomena into his previously uncomplicated view of life..."
the vision
by dean koontz

"when men are punished and persecuted for their achievements...men's achievements become scarce...at this point whispers of an evil unrecognized to the ears of men become deafening."
- illusions of liberty
by kurt colucci

"the purpose of life seems to be to acquaint a man with himself."
-ralph waldo emerson

"his childhood and young man's memories, kept fluid, were added to, grew as living memories do. but his war memories were congealed in stories that he told again and again, with the same words and gestures, in stereotyped phrases...this dark region in him, fate-ruled, where nothing was true but horror, was expressed inarticulately, in brief, bitter exclamations of rage, incredulity, betrayal."

"silence sucked. worry thrived in it."
- life expectancy
by dean koontz

"learn a language of another country and then you can go to that country: a place where the problems of your family will not follow. a language they do not speak."
- lucky
by alice sebold

"what's done is done! even if i didn't understand it, i just had to respect it and move the fuck on."
- harlem girl lost
by treasure e. blue

"i know how it feels to suffer, suffer only because we were born, born into a hellish world that no child need not see, nor have to bear. but here we are."
- harlem girl lost
by treasure e. blue

"there will be grumbling in Ghalas-at because of this. there will be shirkers. these will be punished, for without the help of all, all must perish."
- island of the blue dolphins
by scott o'dell

"you make lying poetry."
the darkest night of the year
by dean koontz

"the world always brings you kindling when you need it."
- the darkest night of the year
by dean koontz

"for if you keep quiet at this time, then relief and deliverance will come from elsewhere and you and your fathers house shall perish. and who knows whether you've risen to your royal position for just such a time as this."
-the bible

"crises precipitate change."
- virus by deltron 3030

"a lady just knows how to talk. it's not something she is taught. it is something within her, something inherently gentle and refined. she says nothing that offends or upsets. a lady speaks softly, kindly, and the world spreads out before her and fights to do her favors. if a woman is not a lady at birth, no amount of money or education can make her one. a lady just is."
- the great santini
by pat conroy

"the sword of war comes to the world for the delay of justice."
- the conspiracy club
by jonathan kellerman

"trading a paper clip for a house

Thinking big, Kyle MacDonald started small - with a paperclip, to be exact. he posted it on craigslist as a barter and got a fish-shaped pen for it. he then traded the pen for something better. one trade led to another and another, until MacDonald found himself the new owner of a 3-bedroom house."
-Five
(true story)

"to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, but never stop fighting!."
-e.e. cummings

pain and pretending

"most victims i know have put more energy into everyday living than any nonvictim could ever comprehend. they have endured more pain and courageously conquered more obstacles than Olympic champions. The enormous skill that was developed for getting through ordinary hours and ordinary days would have earned them celebrity status if the world had been able to watch. victims are truly survivors, with credentials that would rival those of any prisoner-of-war or marooned sailor."
-pain and pretending
by rich buhler

autumnual contemplation

10.13.2012

i was thinking...4 years is not an optimal length for a Presidential term. there's so many issues to deal with these days: war, debt, terrorism, unemployment, etc. it would be impossible to even make a dent in making progress on all fronts in 4 years. and since Presidents can only serve two terms, that gives the Commander-In-Chief eight years to completely fix whatever big mess that they come into office facing as a result of the previous administration. that's unfeasible. it's impossible. so i think the terms should last 7 years. in 7 years, the President should make noticeable headway in dealing with the crises. if so, they would likely be re-elected and i feel as though 14 years is time enough to either succeed in fixing the Nation, or be an obvious failure (which is an unlikely scenario due to the checks and balances created by the [longer] 1st term success.
-b.

great quotes from The Cigarette Girl by Carol Wolper

"we live in the information age. you've got to start asking!"
* * *
"there are two grand American myths. one is the American Dream, that inalienable right to go from humble beginnings to the Oval office. though why someone would want to be President these days, I have no idea."
* * *
"coming up with a variation on a classic Bob Dylan lyric, she liked to say 'i date just like a man, but break just like a little girl'."
* * *
"i sought her out. i didn't expect her to be crying in the bathroom and she wasn't. she was drinking in the kitchen. alone. same thing."
* * *
"it's hell. but the one good thing about being in hell is that it motivates me to get the hell out of hell."

ha.

"sofrito cuchifrito que se joda un poquito.' which means, 'i hope you get fucked - not too much, just enough."
(a spanish curse)
- john leguizamo's dad to him
pimps, hos, playa hatas and all the rest of my hollywood friends

More Quotes

whoops...re-post - deleted - pls disregard

On: Being A Victim

"Most victims I know have put more energy into everyday living than any non-victim could ever comprehend. They have endured more pain and courageously conquered more obstacles than Olympic champions. The enormous skills that was developed for getting through ordinary hours and ordinary days would have earned them celebrity status if the world had been able to watch. Victims are truly survivors, with credentials that would rival those of any prisoner-of-war or marooned sailor."

- Pain and Pretending by Rich Buhler

Great Quotes from The Cigarette Girl by Carol Wolper

Great Quotes from The Cigarette Girl by Carol Wolper

"We live in the information age. You've got to start asking!"

"There are two grand American myths. One is the American Dream, that inalienable right to go from humble beginnings to the Oval Office. Though why someone would want to be President these days, I have no idea."

"Coming up with a variation on a classic Bob Dylan lyric, she liked to say 'I date just like a man, but break just like a little girl'."

"I sought her out. I didn't expect her to be crying in the bathroom and she wasn't. She was drinking in the kitchen. Alone. Same thing."

"It's hell. But the one good thing about being in hell is that it motivates me to get the hell out of hell."

Cover Girl 50th Anniversary!

Attn: Fashion Fanatics

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-b.

"i'm a teacher! use me!" - almost famous

"The people have now gathered their strength.

They are moving forward in their might and power -

and no force, no combination of forces,

no trickery, deceit, or violence can stop them now.

They see before them the hope of the world -

a decent, secure, peaceful life for all men everywhere."



- Franklin D. Roosevelt -

#32

[1933-1945]

i hope you like the hell fire.

Visions of Tomorrow
. a montage .

?

"And if all others accepted the lie which the

Party imposed -

if all records told the same tale -

then the lie passed into history and became

truth.

'Who Controls the Past,' ran the Party slogan,

'Controls the Future:

Who controls the Present, Controls the Past.'

* * *

It was quite simple.
All that was needed was an unending
series of victories over one's own memory.

'Reality Control'

they called it; in Newspeak 'doublethink'."

- 1984 -
[p. 35]

.George Orwell.

[version? who knows.]

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"One of these days,
thought Winston with sudden deep conviction,
Syme will be vaporized.

He is too intelligent.
He sees too clearly.
He speaks too plainly.

The Party does not like such people.
One day he will
~ disappear ~
it is written in his face."

- 1984 -
[p. 53]

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"By 2050 - earlier, probably - all real knowledge of
Oldspeak will have disappeared.

The whole literature of the past will have been destroyed.

Chauncer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron

they'll exist only in Newspeak versions,

not merely changed into something different,
but actually changed into something
contradictory of what they used to be...

The whole climate of thought will be different.

In fact there will be no thought, as we understand it now.

Orthodoxy means not thinking - not needing to think.

Orthodoxy is unconsciousness." [Syme]

-1984-
[p. 53]

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a montage: by bary alyssa johnson