anton

friends come and go but 5.56 nato is 5.56 nato

everybody wants to be emperor of the french don’t nobody want to be a broke ass corsican artillery corporal

THINK BEFORE YOU COME FOR THE GREAT ONE

everybody gangsta until you slip the pin from hand grenade discretely into their palm and watch the slow realization of your mutual demise along with that of a dozen innocents in an act of pure spite cross their countenance

“you think you’re always right”

yeah bitch who argues a point under the assumption they’re wrong???

ok this gets a pass

Your last saved meme is your moral philosophy:

you have to love god to be virtuous but if you don’t think you can kill something you love you should watch old yeller

be virtuous in life so that you go to heaven and get to meet god, then you can strangle him for his crimes against mankind

‘hurry up with my damn croissants’ is the hardest line in all hip hop

in saudi arabia they have semen retention police who will stop men at random and massage their prostates in a not gay way so they can measure their motility, and if it’s subpar they’re deemed to not be virtuous and have to go to jail

gun

you’ll get yours aplenty

ultima ratio r*t*rd

i need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men

MEAT

knew i got it from somewhere

something very sad about a middle aged man grown too portly for the sports car he always wanted as an athletic young man and now owns, to commute to and from atherton each day, stuffed in like wet ham

when you become president of the united states they take you into a small room in the white house - you can see it on the tour - and they screen an 8mm film - no sound - of the kennedy assassination from another angle, and you learn to fall in line after that

their caseload is backed up for months prosecuting the entire population of the balkans, they won’t be able to get to you for a while

not many people know that because of federal law a murder in an airport has to be prosecuted in front of the icc in the hague

you! you are soon another dead man! give me your black blood after you pass on!

cut their spirits free with the paring knife, i don’t need them, i have no use for them, i want only their bone and gristle, their rotten marrow

pull them from burning wrecks on highway sides, dig them from the moist earth, take them from the gibbets and bring them to me bring them to me bring them to me bring them to me

i need a battalion of corpses, a legion of dead men, carrion entrails removed by wolves, devoured soft tissues, they have passed beyond flesh and don’t know fear of hunger

unbothered. moisturized. happy. in my lane. focused. flourishing

i can guide a missile by satellite, and i can hit a target through a telescope, i can end the planet in a holocaust

i did win that one fwiw

only if i win with the toy soldiers also

whenever i win money from vcs playing poker that’s a victory for class war