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At first it was only a nuisance. Now it's a nuisance that threatens to become a way of life.
Soldiers handling reactor graphite by hand shows how uninformed people were in the early days of the clean-up operation.
going to nail this Hazmat
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
The entrance ramp had been blocked by an overturned semi. Bright-burning flares had been scattered around it like birthday candles on some idiot child's cake.
THERE IS A GAS LEAK IN THE BASEMENT OF THE SCHOOL. THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC. IT IS JUST A GAS LEAK WHICH MAY LEAD TO AN EXPLOSION AT ANY MOMENT. PLEASE ALL GO TO THE OVAL, AS PER THE FIRE DRILLS.
-Charlie on the P.A.
Shit and piss and trash were thrown from windows to the distant street until rain came to wash them away, and like plants in rich soil, the unstable, unreliable buildings rose, driven by the deep human desire to be the one least shat upon.
You came, you saw, you burned everything to the ground.
A disaster wrapped in a catastrophe sitting on a pile of misfortune.
A lie should be trampled on and extinguished wherever found. I am for fumigating the atmosphere when I suspect that falsehood, like pestilence, breathes around me.
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.
Unleash in the right time and place before you explode at the wrong time and
place.
It's a bomb. I've already called law enforcement. Let's get out of here.
Make a mess. Clean it up.
When you clean up a city, you destroy it.
We, who pay dearly for every breath of pure, fresh air, must guard against the tendency to fetter the future. If we succeed in clearing the soil from the rubbish of the past and present, we will leave to posterity the greatest and safest heritage of all ages.
To the destruction of what is.
With us the disguise must be complete. The familiar identity of things has to be pulverized in order to destroy the finite associations with which our society increasingly enshrouds every aspect of our environment.
It is from Italy that we are flinging this to the world, our manifesto of burning and overwhelming violence, with which we today establish " Futurism ," for we intend to free this nation from its fetid cancer of professors, archaeologists, tour guides, and antiquarians.
Keep flax from fire, and youth from gaming.
There is no cause so good or noble that it will not attract fuggheads; and the fuggheads will get all the press.
Bomb me, make me vaporise
Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.
It's exploding bags, aerosol cans Southbound buses, Peter Pan They left it up to us again I thought you knew the drill It's kill or be killed.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
When a workplace becomes toxic, its poison spreads beyond its walls and into the lives of its workers and their families.
Blasted spam pigeons!
throwing stones through the windows of the Riddle House. They
toilet-papered your house!
The Cure: A new dimension of the word 'crap'.
An efficient plan will involve a flame thrower
Urgh - essence of Millicent Bulstrode.
Blast ignorant people with high-powered streams of information and wisdom, but only when fire hoses are not readily available.
Spray a book with insect spray, drop it in a bag, add some mothballs and seal it. Put it in another bag and seal it. Another. The packages piled up on the floor, each a book sealed in four plastic envelopes.
What's one more meaningless act of violence on that zoo of a planet?
It would be appropriate.
When in Rome; burn it.
What the hell do you call that?" I asked him quietly. "Firefog?"
"We could," he responded. "Kilvin would probably call it an atmospherically enhanced incendiary action.
I sanctify the ground and say fuck it
I say fuck it in a way that does not invite death
I say fuck it and fall down no new holes
And I ride an unwinged horse
And I unbecome myself
And I strip my poison suit
And wear my crown of fuck its
Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
What are we going to do about this mess?" asked Riley, staring at the large pile of dirt and melted table. "I didn't see anything," said Jess. "The truth is out there," added Lindy. "Trust no one," I muttered.
If I find a cow turd on my front steps, I'm not satisfied knowing that I'll be mentally prepared to find some future cow turd. I want to shovel that turd onto my garden and hope the cow returns every week so I never have to buy fertilizer again.*
The inmates of the second ward in the right wing have decided, at long last, to bury their dead, at least we shall be rid of that particular stench, the smell of the living, however fetid, will be easier to get used to.
Therm-bombs! Drop 'em right on us! I been roasted before - it's nothing!
to bring about the downfall of
Spontaneous combustion of grassroots politics is the future.
(The Purge)... We are not stupid...
Let this expiate!
Don't anyone move ... I think we've driven into a mimefield.
Extinguish even the wee annoyance, as it will grow to become evil!
the remnants of wars
Her rage filled the house, flat stale smoke. It got into everything, into our hair and our food, like the fallout they talked to us about in school that would one day drift down soft as snow.
Exterminate all the brutes!
Hurt and confusion mixing with anger to form a dangerously flammable cocktail.
Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)
Identify. Improve. Resolve. #nucherte
The lovers of beauty must unite in a league, and carry out some great propagandist work through the country. They must demand the extermination of the bulldog and the dismantling of the cheap villa, both of which are responsible for a deal of our contentment amid ugliness.
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
Scandal is an importunate wasp, against which we must make no movement unless we are quite sure that we can kill it; otherwise it will return to the attack more furious than ever.
Within minutes of the attack, your Department of Public Safety mobilized its Operations Center, headed by a national expert on weapons of mass destruction.
Violence is the language of destruction, flesh so often the subject, fragile, easy to break beyond repair, precious; what else would we burn to make the world take note?
Unacceptable Levels is Powerful. It tells the story of toxic chemicals in just about every aspect of our lives, and the egregious lack of regulation. Our ability to protect our families is at stake.
reeking of sewage and rotting corpses, burned-out shells of houses, feral dogs
I don't like littering and I think it leads to terrorist activities.
Everywhere now there was the smell of burning grass.
purification in fire. public cremation
They burned this neighbourhood down in the early 1900s to prevent the spread of bubonic plague, and it occurs to me that they should consider doing it again, to purge the blight of well-meaning hipsters desperately trying to paint it rainbow
Earth's flaming farts, it worked!
Marathon tidying produces a heap of garbage. At this stage, the one disaster that can wreak more havoc than an earthquake is the entrance of that recycling expert who goes by the alias of "mother.
Greenpeace protesters who lived on the trees right above the planned radar location (Google Maps) and who eat environmentally friendly roots, insect, excrements, and dirt.
The world generally speaking is now drifting on a more and more devastating course towards the absurd target of extermination - or rather, to be more exact - of the northern hemisphere's towns, fields, and the people who have developed our civilization.
Take down the walls
Fuck this. Let's just blow some shit up.
What kind of fuckery is this?
We have come tardily to the tremendous task of cleaning up our environment. We should have moved with similar zeal at least a decade ago. But no purpose is served by post-mortems. With visionary zeal but the greatest realism, we must now address ourselves to the vast problems that confront us.
The Federal Department of Odds and Ends: sweepus underum carpetae.
I was getting the hang of arson. It really sends a message, you know? Not only will I kill your dudes and steal your shit, but I will burn your place down behind me.
We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.
When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.
Sometimes the only way to call attention to bad construction was to set fire to the building.
Nothing we can't handle, break it up and dismantle.
This matter is best disposed of from a great height, over water.
Hot oil! We need hot oil! ... Forget the water balloons!
We (the DOE) are poisoning our people in the name of national security.
to stop the Fire Nation
I do not like this word "bomb." It is not a bomb. It is a device that is exploding.
Never settle with words what you can accomplish with a flamethrower.
There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.
Bombs fall and wipe out civilization as we know it, two things come up out of the ashes: roaches and F-150s.
Expressing anger is a form of public littering.
The purposeful destruction of information is the essence of intelligent work.
Clutter-clearing is modern-day alchemy.
Burning is no answer.
The fire of love is the best purifier.
We should try to eliminate things that unnecessarily piss people off.
In every great city, with all its gleaming walls and massive libraries, with all the shimmering fountains and sculptured gardens, there is a superfluity of dung that must be carted out.
The truth stinks.
Thus it's covered.
We have arsonists.
Liberate yourself by hurling excrement at what ought to be covered in shit anyway.
I wonder why no one called the police about the rocket launcher? God knows my neighbors usually report it if I so much as fart in my backyard. (Bubba)
Now is it time to burn the house?
TEAMWORK: A few harmless flakes working together can unleash an avalanche of destruction.