Quotes from Jeremy Robert Johnson

I considered sex work, but then I bent over and looked at my asshole in a mirror. Nobody was going to pay me for access to that thing.

They'd insert a probe into the patient's head to press the nodule and the patient's immediate response would be to shout out, "FUCK IT! WHY NOT?

Well, Hindsight, have you ever heard of the term Busy Idiot?

Quiet customers get served first.

Once I catch a serious FUCK IT wave, I ride that thing right up to the sand.

By the time I twenty, I was just like everyone else. I still am

I wasn't a hoarder, but I knew my place gave off a Feral Child Hidey Hole vibe.

All of this took about a minute, but time stretches out when you're witnessing an abomination.

The terrible loop began on a Tuesday and didn't end until the day I saw a skullcracker swallow the brain of a bank-hired assassin.

The money buys the drugs, the drugs work harder and harder to trick your blackened dopamine receptors into giving a damn about living. At some point you make a choice: fight your need the rest of your goddamned long-suffering life, or fill your need until it disappears into the grave with you.

Well, you put a gun to my head." "No. I put a suggestion in your mind and a gun in your hands.

Any law which runs counter to the good of man is no law at all.

I used to believe there was a part of the human brain we couldn't quite excise, and its sole purpose was to encourage self-destruction. Someday, I thought, the guys working on the BRAIN Initiative would push aside a contour in the gray matter and find a pulsing, jet-black spot. They'd insert a probe into the patient's head to press the nodule and the patient's immediate response would be to shout out, "FUCK IT! WHY NOT?

I mean, I had my turtle Deckard, but his lifestyle consisted of sunbathing, eating goldfish, and—somehow I just knew this—silently judging me while I masturbated. I'd taken to covering his tank with a thin blanket, but still…he knew.

Loneliness is a hell of a drug.

The standard freak show chic bullshit which had beset the generation after mine thanks to a string of wildly successful reality shows centering on competitive body modification. I'd had fun watching Manual Mutants and Oddfellas when they first started, but then The League of Zeroes came along and made things too grotesque. They lost me when Rectal Rachelle died on the table during her ass-neck implant surgery.

There would be hell to pay (or purgatory to rent, at a minimum) if I did not act fast.

Lucy wondered where she might be at that exact moment if she hadn't spent so much time trying to be the right version of herself for those around her.

You must understand the immense power of self-serving delusion." I

Oh fucking shit! Yeaaah!!!" someone screams to the right of me. My thoughts exactly. Jungle makes me feel like that, it contains ecstatic patterns, vortexes and sound-whorls. Being this close to the speakers gives me the sensation of being tossed around by a sonic tornado. The decibels are giving the mathematic and relentless jungle music substance, flesh. It is here to deliver us.

Ten glorious years at Pingfang, a sea of bodies brought to you by train. War as immunity from man's laws. Before, you'd worked in the shadows. During the ten years you worked for Division 4 there were no such hindrances. Dr. Masaki ran the inventory, cataloguing prisoners as non-descript units referred to only as "Materials Used." You preferred to call the prisoners "logs," each destined for the incinerator after they'd been of use.

Instead I saw a fresh colostomy bag hanging from the side of his belly, "SHIT HAPPENS" written on the plastic in black felt-tip.

I mistakenly believed that my life had finally reached the peak of Crazy Bullshit Mountain. Hindsight

No one chooses to become a banker. It just happens, like cancer, and then you try to live with it for as long as you can.