villians

We__e the villains you root for in the story.

Yeah, well, what are you going to teach me next...how to take over the world?_ I asked sarcastically.__ood idea!_ Sampson exclaimed a little too enthusiastically.__o, bad idea!_ I stressed.__ee? You are learning,_ Sampson said.

Only a demon would prevent a person from saving lives or fulfilling their life mission. There is no reasoning with the devil. Stand with pride because your heart is filled with the goodness of helping others, while theirs is filled with helping themselves.

The train is roaring toward you and the villain is twirling his moustache and you're fussing that he's tied you to the tracks with the wrong kind of rope.

Never annoy an inspirational author or you will become the poison in her pen and the villian in every one of her books.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne--I'd give them a chance. There are some terrible bad men the world, I suppose, but you'd have to go a long piece to find them...But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us. Keep on writing, Anne.

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.Translucent flesh and feeble bones,the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at alaundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.We all have a little sin that needs venting,virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are rippedfrom the branches of office, do you know where your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life andcounting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,and hope you get a taste.WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR?WHAT THE HELL__ GOING ON? SHUT UP!I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?Say, your me, and I__ you, and they all watch the things we do,and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,haven__ felt like this in years.The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,and punch me into the dead spout again.That__ where you go when there__ no one else around,it__ just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,and a finger on the trigger.CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT__ A FUCKING SECRET, AND YOU KNOW IT!Government is another way to say better_than_you.It__ like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won__ stick,it__ like a whole other world where you can smell the food,but you can__ touch the silverware.Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.Humph, isn__ that sweet?And we__e all gonna die some day, because that__ the American way,and I__e drunk too much, and said too little,when your gaffer taped in themiddle, say a prayer, say a face, get your self together and see what__ happening.SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!I__ sorry, I could go on and on buttheir times to move on so, remember: you__e a wreck, an accident.Forget the freak, your just nature.Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we__e done.

The problem with heroes and villains is that it__ not always easy to tell which is which. Particularly when you are one.

Are we not all actors playing parts in another person's play?