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I felt numb, I felt empty. I was a shell, an abandoned chrysalis, a tomb lying in wait for the dead
the mute protest in your own bones
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
Ahhh, God's balls! The Horrible Halt!" Adoulla pronounced the Dhamsawaati term for the complete standstill of traffic with a familiar disgust.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.
Poltroons, cowards, skulkers and dastards.
I'm not very good at being dull.
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
psycho monsters.
I'm so NUMB. I just don't care, it seems-but I must do. This is all going to sound totally incoherent. I'm that bunged up, but totally empty. I think my worries about who I am have reached a head.
I mean who is Rae Earl?
I think I know myself, but then other people say things.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
A swarm of tiny noxious animals had bored a way into my inner man and hollowed me out.
When you sleep, your dreams are those of a dullard
Two days like icebergs bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind drifted by and were good to put behind.
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
discombobulated around
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
My bones are like cubes of ice clinking together, chilling me to my core.
Worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.
Sorry, we've got ghosts.
He was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
The words can not return.
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string. I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
Life would be dull without them.
I won't have dull people, she used to say, I'm dull myself.
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.
Sandworms ... you know I hate 'em!
There was a terrible ghastly silence. There was a terrible ghastly noise. There was a terrible ghastly silence. The
Death leaves trails of mutes.
Media, the plural of mediocrity.
Oshima once used the term hollow men. Well, that's exactly what I've become. There's a void inside me, a blank that's slowly expanding, devouring what's left of who I am. I can hear it happening. I'm totally lost, my identity dying. There's no direction where I am, no sky, no ground.
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
Those dull, unmusterious city unemployables, dressed in their grey, secondhand suits.
Boredom ... what is this foreign word you speak of, General? I fear I know nothing of it. Ash
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
A dull ax never loves grindstones.
CLOWN. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness: thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess the soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
One has to be dull to feel happy amongst the dull!
Underpants! Underpants!
Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.
I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.
very dull object.
There is a loneliness that fills the plain.
Total.
Lunar.
Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence; its giddiness, like that which comes from gazing down into an infinite abyss, is infinite.
beaver drools in my underwear.
Nothing can shock a brave man but dullness.
I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.
What are bashed neeps?"
"Neeps hackit with balmagowry.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
A room without boooks like a body without soul
Bubba there zombies ... and there trying to eat me!
-Nick Gautier
Drifting on the black, rippling surface were fingers. Thumbs. Dozens of them. Hundreds, floating like dead fish in a dynamited pond. I saw part of an ear. The lights went out.
Tinks titties Rache
Jenks
They succeeded not only in making me normal but also in making me dull .
I've been numb for years, and I didn't realize it until after you appeared and - and made me feel something. Since then, these past two weeks I've been awake. Alive. Restless for you to return - and afraid that you wouldn't.
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.
I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?
Gankis lifted an arm to point at the distant shale cliffs. "And in the face of it there were thousands of little holes, little what-you-call-'ems ... "
"Alcoves," Kennit supplied in an almost dreamy voice. "I call them alcoves, Gankis. As would you, if you could speak your own mother tongue.
The townspeople are morons, yokels, peasants and genus homo boobiensis ... surrounded by gaping primates from the upland vallies.
I sit at my desk
each night with no place to go,
opening the wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo,
the whole U.S.,
its cemeteries, its arbitrary time zones,
through routes like small veins, capitals like small stones.
Madman, thou errest. I say, there is no darkness but ignorance, in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
The yawn of the void. A siren call for the unimaginative
It is dull in this world, gentlemen!
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Men ignorant of letters, studious for their bellies, and ignominiously lazy.
Nyarlathotep ... the crawling chaos ... I am the last ... I will tell the audient void ...
The Midnight Gang
Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.
blissful as ignorance,
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
Twelve kinds of hideous.
Roaming through the jungle of "Ohs" and "Ahs" searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.
We are slumberous poppies,
Lords of Lethe downs,
Some awake and some asleep,
Sleeping in our crowns.
What perchance our dreams may know,
Let our serious may know.
out of my way cakesniffers
Dullness is a misdemeanour.
Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.
there are only so many times you can listen to the guitar solo in Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" without going a little numb yourself,
a ghost clown stalking you through your house with a lawnmower.
After a day of heat and hunger, one is weak and listless. But a certain stuport, an internal numbness, has its benefits: man could not survive here without it, for otherwise the biological, animal part of his nature would bite to death everything that is still human in him.
I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.
sand-bar, sorrowful
Just Tits over and over. During tests it sounded like a forest at night in the classroom. Voices rising singly or several at a time from the focused quiet. Tits. Tits. Titssss.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Dumb animals we call them, while they bark and neigh and moo. They talk as much as we do - to them we seem dumb too.
They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.
One word from you shall silence me forever.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
I'm sorry ... what?" "For they are the Crows," he intoned solemnly, "and they are the harbingers of death.
One of the neighbors found Nasreddin scattering crumbs all around his house. "Why are you doing that?" he asked. "I'm keeping the tigers away," replied Nasreddin. "But there aren't any tigers around here," said the neighbor. "That's right," said Nasreddin. "You see how well it works?