Through adversity there is redemption. Holding on to this hope is what keeps me alive every single day, although the only person who ever believed in me is now gone. Great.
Still hoping that I can finally live my own life, be with the people I want to be, do the things I want to do, pursue my dreams, achieve my goals, discover my abilities, and be rid of the people around me who are all hypocrites.
It's funny how narrow-minded some people can be. You cannot look at something or someone through only one or a limited view. You only see what your eyes want to see and you ignore everything else surrounding that thing that displeases you. How is it possible that you can only view one side of people/things? How is it that you can only view, for example, the good side of someone/something and only the bad side of someone/something? How is it possible that you can never realise when people are pretending?
It's funny how dumb some people can be, looking down at people that they were once they think they have become "important." So does that mean that once you've stepped into the light of the assumed "purity" and "innocence" then you have completely changed into an extremely angelic person? Hmmm, it does not make sense at all, no rationale can cover that explanation. So then, once you've become "good" in the eyes of the beholder, you completely are rid of all the "evil" you once had? Do people change overnight? You and I know that that is a load of bullshit. Nobody changes overnight. De facto. We can only mould ourselves into something we're not for a certain period of time, i.e. when around the people we want to impress and seem "angelic." Changing yourself, I mean, pretending to change, does not alter the past. Whatever you were before, you know that is still rooted deep within you. You know you still are what you were before. Admit it cause you can't run away from it.
The art of 'ass'kissing', I guess it pays off. Perhaps the only way to live a good life is to kiss-ass. What's so wrong about it? The fact that it ensures you material benefits? I guess some would perceive it as a blessing. I, on the other hand, perceive it as an act of self-degradation. Would you risk degrading yourself, stooping down that low, loosing all self-respect and morality just so you could easily achieve instant material benefits? Well I guess if you're into the easy life- getting money for free and being spoiled with material things (a.k.a. expensive, useless shit) and being praised so highly without having any form of real-life achievement, then yeah, working your way in life through ass-kissing is the perfect way for you. LOSERS. Oh you've worked your way up, I know you have. Everybody knows you have. Just don't keep your head held up that high. Cause you'll never know when you're gonna lose everything. And when you do, where will you hide? Where will you go? Who will you run to? Hmmm?? THINK.
I don't give a fuck if this makes me sound cruel or evil or whatever shit you can describe it as. But I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOU FALL FROM GRACE. And when you do, mark my words, I will be the first one laughing at you.
Feb 9, 2010
Jan 29, 2010
22 and still broken
Why I fucking love MUDVAYNE
(PER)VERSION Of A TRUTH
When everything is lost (peel it all away). Haunting us with questions (asking).
Will we ever find the smile inside (no), is it hidden behind the sweating eyes (bleeding)?
Dead inside - a scream that's pouring from me!
I'm planted in this skin (constricting and pulling me).
This dirty, filthy skin (rancid and stinging me!)
I burn behind the walls (that have become my world).
The bearer of a gift, FUCK YOUR GIFT!
TRUTH DOES NOT EXIST, but the lies do...
They're buried in the skin, evolved.
Perversion of a truth, I'm stuck there. (Alone)
Inside of lies buried in me, WHY?!
Born into a world; never asked to be here.
Try to forget truth doesn't exist, TRUTH!
It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, TRUTH!
Always inside a tragedy (things never seem to go away).
A room that I remember (portraits I carry).
Try letting go of this space (bad habits can't kick me).
The fool that fell from heaven.
Maybe we're all the children of a star, misguided in direction, our misdirection.
Pardon me while I pray for light.
I'm not the only one that walks between the rain, there are many.
I'm not the only one when everything is lost that doesn't surrender.
Your versions of the truth, LIES!
SILENCED
Sticker this, censor this, ban this, we've got something to say!
Police this, condemn this, damn this- we'll be heard anyway!
Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced!
Listen here.
Is it a possibility that we're all just equal? Slam the power down, abusing!
Does it piss you off to be beat at your own game?
You lead us with false morals and shelter reality!
No more... we're not buying your product when you're selling the words preaching silence!
Insult me in my home where you were never invited To live life off your curve, frustrating!
Throw sticks into the spokes to relieve insecurities.
Stifle all ascension and sticker our freedom of speech!
SO WRONG!
Don't tell me what I want, don't tell me what I need.
Don't tell me how I need to feel, I feel GODDAMN NOTHING!
Dig the eyes out of my face, I can still see right fucking through you.
Fuck you and everything you are, I'm me, we're us, and that's all!
Closed mind with a forum to criticize, keep your policy and I've got mine.
Exploit me, fabricate your lies, we empower these cowards just to be left in silence!
Listen here:
Stand on my soapbox and speak my own peace. Whatever you may think, it's
REAL!
Prevail through what is me and step on your beliefs.
Thieving spineless sell-outs robbing our integrity!
BRING IT ON!
CHOICES
Leaders are guilty of nothing. They're perfectly insane.
But if they'd point the finger at themselves,
Who would be left to blame?
Lead into grace. Lead to corruption.
A truth or lie has to be spoken.
King or con has to be chosen.
Way of life complete or broken...?
Follow truth or stutter through a lie?
Will to push or give up and fall behind?
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life?
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole?
NO MORE CHOICES!
We don't have a choice anymore anyway.
We don't have a voice anymore anyway.
There's no choice in freedom.
There's no voice in freedom.
They're lost system of destruction.
Flush all hope down the drain.
But if they'd point the finger at themselves,
Who is left to blame?
We don't have a reason anymore anyway.
We don't have control anymore anyway.
We don't have opinions anymore anyway.
There's no choice in freedom.
There's no voice in freedom.
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
TRAPPED IN THE WAKE OF A DREAM
Do I deserve these beatings? Hating me, well then cut.
Cut the noose and let me fall away.
I'm growing weak and tired of you, and your little shoving games,fucking pushing me.
You pulled the trigger, trapped in the wake of your...
DREAM! You're all killers! Always fucking pushing me, insulting me, I'm overcome
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing, all unwilling, this is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails, hook that holds, reach down and find the strength of many in you.
My sanctuary calling my name, so I run through to the light, weeping through a cloud.
Darkened by a tainted dream of me, being pummeled by the tide crushing, killing me.
But I can't wake up, trapped in the wake of a...
DREAM! You're all killers! Always fucking pushing me, insulting me, I'm overcome
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing, all unwilling, this is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails, hook that holds, reach down and find the strength of many in you.
Call it, call it a truce, I'm believing in it more and more.
Comfort, purge the truth, I'll believe it, I'm so weak and sore.
Shadowed, hide and seek, but you never looked, I wait behind the door.
Call out, bite the hand that is feeding, COMPASSION NO MORE!
I HOPE I NEVER WAKE UP!
Dream sewing, filters distort reality of what is mine.
Through light this mind awakens, I draw the line from then and now.
Awake and dreaming, forgotten past... future becomes MINE!
Throw the chains all away, take control of your life.
Powers known, this is my dream!
THE PATIENT MENTAL
Patient, just as I am, as always.
Watch the time go by, nothing left to pass by.
The minutes follow me, drunken little people work away in me.
Why won't they leave me, leave me alone?
When I don't even want me, want me.
I have to kill the words before they form my sentence.
The sentence that is me, judged by those that carry.
The patient sits in cradled arms that comfort me by strangling.
The patient mental sits and stares,
An idle mind that's empty, screaming, staring back.
A passive speared ritual, driven by our war ship... the hate-driven enemy.
They have to kill the meal before they can consume.
Consume my inner peace without the understanding.
Trapped inside the works, the hands are moving me.
Release me, let me go, why do they observe me?
There's nothing here to cure.
I can see the silhouettes that sit behind the mirror.
I'm just like a clock upon the wall - always moving, but never going anywhere.
SKRYING
This puzzle's dead inside, missing pieces growing eyes, mystery.
Little girls severity, little boys begging mercy.
Sticks break at me, cost of life at 23.
Price of pain - a golden ring, all crimson.
Melting body, rubber world; battle axe with locks of curls, INTROVERTED.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to make things okay...
1000 points for insect stings, glue my spirit, break my wings, misery.
Libido steams, infectious whore... cauterize and forge the sword.
REMEMBER KILLING!
Children learning the secret knock,
A nickel to enter that place, that place you would go to make things okay.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to take pain away...
Games of passion taste so sweet, cut his throat and slaughter meat, my secrets.
Seven heads for seven seas, darkened voices plead disease, dismembering me.
Children wrestle to seal the bag, storing it deep in that place.
That place you would go to try to escape.
Children learning the secret knock,
A nickel to enter that place, that place you would go to make things okay.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to take pain away...
Skrying through reflections in a pool, I see death coming, mowing down.
Do you remember the bedroom, was it your cell or was it your tomb?
You're living through my hell!!
PUSHING THROUGH
Rip the womb, feeling so sorry, selfish and sore. WISH I WASN'T BORN!!
Piece by piece I can carry it all. Strength to be driven.
So unforgiving anything is possible. Like leaving you all,
I'm turning my back on this killing so small.
Step by step I'm pushing through this (all of you get away from me).
Eye for an eye I'm pushing through this. My law!
Step by step I'm pushing through this (all of you get away from me).
Tooth for a tooth I'm pushing through this, through you!
Salt the wound, cut through a conscience I've failed to explore.
The calm before the storm. Speak your peace and prepare for the fall
Words have been chosen, tainting the gift.
Lying truth's so incredible. So fuck you all!
I'm turning my back on this killing so small.
Spread the word, the killing is over.
Severed, more than I am, more than I ever was,
Blindside, threatened, my worth, sequestered deliverance.
You stoned a part of me! You've taken a part of me!
HAPPY?
In this hole, that is me. The dead are rolling over.
In this hole, thickening. Dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me, so overwhelmed. This pressured center rising.
My life over turned. Unfair the despair.
All these scars keep ripping open!!
Peel me from the skin. Tear me from the rind.
Does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone. Tear me from myself.
Are you feeling happy now?
In this hole, that is me. A life that's growing feeble
In this hole, so limiting. The sun has set all darkness
Buried underneath. Hands slip off the wheel.
Internal pathway to contention.
In this hole, that is me. Left with a heart exhausted
Whats my release? What sets me free?
DO YOU PULL ME UP JUST TO PUSH ME DOWN AGAIN??
Does it make you happy? Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy Now that I'm lost left with nothing!!
ALL TALK
Where will you be when it all falls down?
Where will you be when it all comes back around?
Where will you be at the end of our days?
Just following the footsteps let the liars lead the way?
I can talk about love, I can talk about hate.
I can try to teach a lesson, but I doubt it penetrates.
I can give you all excuses till I'm blue in the face.
I could talk about serenity but it doesn't mean a thing anyway.
Who will you blame?
Who will you blame for the soot-filled days?
Who will you blame for the hurricanes and tidal waves?
Who will you blame for the riots and the anger?
Just crying in the corner wishing you would've had a say.
Like a monster hides in your closet, it's creeping closer but we don't care.
Are we all insane, if it's just a game well I don't wanna play.
I could talk about problems, I could talk about sin.
I could talk about our triumph, what do we really win?
I could talk about forgiveness, though I'd probably be condemned.
(PER)VERSION Of A TRUTH
When everything is lost (peel it all away). Haunting us with questions (asking).
Will we ever find the smile inside (no), is it hidden behind the sweating eyes (bleeding)?
Dead inside - a scream that's pouring from me!
I'm planted in this skin (constricting and pulling me).
This dirty, filthy skin (rancid and stinging me!)
I burn behind the walls (that have become my world).
The bearer of a gift, FUCK YOUR GIFT!
TRUTH DOES NOT EXIST, but the lies do...
They're buried in the skin, evolved.
Perversion of a truth, I'm stuck there. (Alone)
Inside of lies buried in me, WHY?!
Born into a world; never asked to be here.
Try to forget truth doesn't exist, TRUTH!
It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, TRUTH!
Always inside a tragedy (things never seem to go away).
A room that I remember (portraits I carry).
Try letting go of this space (bad habits can't kick me).
The fool that fell from heaven.
Maybe we're all the children of a star, misguided in direction, our misdirection.
Pardon me while I pray for light.
I'm not the only one that walks between the rain, there are many.
I'm not the only one when everything is lost that doesn't surrender.
Your versions of the truth, LIES!
SILENCED
Sticker this, censor this, ban this, we've got something to say!
Police this, condemn this, damn this- we'll be heard anyway!
Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced!
Listen here.
Is it a possibility that we're all just equal? Slam the power down, abusing!
Does it piss you off to be beat at your own game?
You lead us with false morals and shelter reality!
No more... we're not buying your product when you're selling the words preaching silence!
Insult me in my home where you were never invited To live life off your curve, frustrating!
Throw sticks into the spokes to relieve insecurities.
Stifle all ascension and sticker our freedom of speech!
SO WRONG!
Don't tell me what I want, don't tell me what I need.
Don't tell me how I need to feel, I feel GODDAMN NOTHING!
Dig the eyes out of my face, I can still see right fucking through you.
Fuck you and everything you are, I'm me, we're us, and that's all!
Closed mind with a forum to criticize, keep your policy and I've got mine.
Exploit me, fabricate your lies, we empower these cowards just to be left in silence!
Listen here:
Stand on my soapbox and speak my own peace. Whatever you may think, it's
REAL!
Prevail through what is me and step on your beliefs.
Thieving spineless sell-outs robbing our integrity!
BRING IT ON!
CHOICES
Leaders are guilty of nothing. They're perfectly insane.
But if they'd point the finger at themselves,
Who would be left to blame?
Lead into grace. Lead to corruption.
A truth or lie has to be spoken.
King or con has to be chosen.
Way of life complete or broken...?
Follow truth or stutter through a lie?
Will to push or give up and fall behind?
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life?
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole?
NO MORE CHOICES!
We don't have a choice anymore anyway.
We don't have a voice anymore anyway.
There's no choice in freedom.
There's no voice in freedom.
They're lost system of destruction.
Flush all hope down the drain.
But if they'd point the finger at themselves,
Who is left to blame?
We don't have a reason anymore anyway.
We don't have control anymore anyway.
We don't have opinions anymore anyway.
There's no choice in freedom.
There's no voice in freedom.
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
TRAPPED IN THE WAKE OF A DREAM
Do I deserve these beatings? Hating me, well then cut.
Cut the noose and let me fall away.
I'm growing weak and tired of you, and your little shoving games,fucking pushing me.
You pulled the trigger, trapped in the wake of your...
DREAM! You're all killers! Always fucking pushing me, insulting me, I'm overcome
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing, all unwilling, this is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails, hook that holds, reach down and find the strength of many in you.
My sanctuary calling my name, so I run through to the light, weeping through a cloud.
Darkened by a tainted dream of me, being pummeled by the tide crushing, killing me.
But I can't wake up, trapped in the wake of a...
DREAM! You're all killers! Always fucking pushing me, insulting me, I'm overcome
I have found the strength of gods in me.
Crushing, all unwilling, this is so unstoppable.
Hard as nails, hook that holds, reach down and find the strength of many in you.
Call it, call it a truce, I'm believing in it more and more.
Comfort, purge the truth, I'll believe it, I'm so weak and sore.
Shadowed, hide and seek, but you never looked, I wait behind the door.
Call out, bite the hand that is feeding, COMPASSION NO MORE!
I HOPE I NEVER WAKE UP!
Dream sewing, filters distort reality of what is mine.
Through light this mind awakens, I draw the line from then and now.
Awake and dreaming, forgotten past... future becomes MINE!
Throw the chains all away, take control of your life.
Powers known, this is my dream!
THE PATIENT MENTAL
Patient, just as I am, as always.
Watch the time go by, nothing left to pass by.
The minutes follow me, drunken little people work away in me.
Why won't they leave me, leave me alone?
When I don't even want me, want me.
I have to kill the words before they form my sentence.
The sentence that is me, judged by those that carry.
The patient sits in cradled arms that comfort me by strangling.
The patient mental sits and stares,
An idle mind that's empty, screaming, staring back.
A passive speared ritual, driven by our war ship... the hate-driven enemy.
They have to kill the meal before they can consume.
Consume my inner peace without the understanding.
Trapped inside the works, the hands are moving me.
Release me, let me go, why do they observe me?
There's nothing here to cure.
I can see the silhouettes that sit behind the mirror.
I'm just like a clock upon the wall - always moving, but never going anywhere.
SKRYING
This puzzle's dead inside, missing pieces growing eyes, mystery.
Little girls severity, little boys begging mercy.
Sticks break at me, cost of life at 23.
Price of pain - a golden ring, all crimson.
Melting body, rubber world; battle axe with locks of curls, INTROVERTED.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to make things okay...
1000 points for insect stings, glue my spirit, break my wings, misery.
Libido steams, infectious whore... cauterize and forge the sword.
REMEMBER KILLING!
Children learning the secret knock,
A nickel to enter that place, that place you would go to make things okay.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to take pain away...
Games of passion taste so sweet, cut his throat and slaughter meat, my secrets.
Seven heads for seven seas, darkened voices plead disease, dismembering me.
Children wrestle to seal the bag, storing it deep in that place.
That place you would go to try to escape.
Children learning the secret knock,
A nickel to enter that place, that place you would go to make things okay.
My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you remember that place?
That place you would go to take pain away...
Skrying through reflections in a pool, I see death coming, mowing down.
Do you remember the bedroom, was it your cell or was it your tomb?
You're living through my hell!!
PUSHING THROUGH
Rip the womb, feeling so sorry, selfish and sore. WISH I WASN'T BORN!!
Piece by piece I can carry it all. Strength to be driven.
So unforgiving anything is possible. Like leaving you all,
I'm turning my back on this killing so small.
Step by step I'm pushing through this (all of you get away from me).
Eye for an eye I'm pushing through this. My law!
Step by step I'm pushing through this (all of you get away from me).
Tooth for a tooth I'm pushing through this, through you!
Salt the wound, cut through a conscience I've failed to explore.
The calm before the storm. Speak your peace and prepare for the fall
Words have been chosen, tainting the gift.
Lying truth's so incredible. So fuck you all!
I'm turning my back on this killing so small.
Spread the word, the killing is over.
Severed, more than I am, more than I ever was,
Blindside, threatened, my worth, sequestered deliverance.
You stoned a part of me! You've taken a part of me!
HAPPY?
In this hole, that is me. The dead are rolling over.
In this hole, thickening. Dirt shoveled over shoulders
I feel it in me, so overwhelmed. This pressured center rising.
My life over turned. Unfair the despair.
All these scars keep ripping open!!
Peel me from the skin. Tear me from the rind.
Does it make you happy now?
Tear meat from the bone. Tear me from myself.
Are you feeling happy now?
In this hole, that is me. A life that's growing feeble
In this hole, so limiting. The sun has set all darkness
Buried underneath. Hands slip off the wheel.
Internal pathway to contention.
In this hole, that is me. Left with a heart exhausted
Whats my release? What sets me free?
DO YOU PULL ME UP JUST TO PUSH ME DOWN AGAIN??
Does it make you happy? Are you feeling happy?
Are you fucking happy Now that I'm lost left with nothing!!
ALL TALK
Where will you be when it all falls down?
Where will you be when it all comes back around?
Where will you be at the end of our days?
Just following the footsteps let the liars lead the way?
I can talk about love, I can talk about hate.
I can try to teach a lesson, but I doubt it penetrates.
I can give you all excuses till I'm blue in the face.
I could talk about serenity but it doesn't mean a thing anyway.
Who will you blame?
Who will you blame for the soot-filled days?
Who will you blame for the hurricanes and tidal waves?
Who will you blame for the riots and the anger?
Just crying in the corner wishing you would've had a say.
Like a monster hides in your closet, it's creeping closer but we don't care.
Are we all insane, if it's just a game well I don't wanna play.
I could talk about problems, I could talk about sin.
I could talk about our triumph, what do we really win?
I could talk about forgiveness, though I'd probably be condemned.
Jan 26, 2010
Metal Movies
There have been only a few movies made to describe heavy metal music and the metal culture that accompanies it. A Canadian Anthropologist/ Metal head called Sam Dunn produced a documentary film called Metal- A Headbanger's Journey and explored the Heavy Metal culture and the impact of the metal music in society. It's a brilliant documentary film that describes the origins of heavy metal and how the music has evolved into many different sub-genres of metal over the years. He also provides aspects of heavy metal music and culture by exploring the themes- violence, death, religion & satanism, gender & sexual implications. It is a must-see for all Metal heads!
Metal Geneology by Sam Dunn (Metal - A Headbanger's Journey)
Sam Dunn also produced another documentary (a sequel to the previous movie) called Global Metal where he traveled to seven different countries in different continents to explore the spread of heavy metal music around the world. See how metal has a great impact on people around the world!!
Another documentary film called Until The Light Takes Us examines the birth and explosive arc of Black Metal in Norway in the early 1990s through the eyes of the scenes leaders, who tried to change the world using music and symbolic acts of violence. Three men lead the scene: one is dead, one is in jail for killing him and inciting a wave of church arson, and one continues to release albums in the genre they created. It's worth watching! (if you're into all this shit)
Metal Geneology by Sam Dunn (Metal - A Headbanger's Journey)
Sam Dunn also produced another documentary (a sequel to the previous movie) called Global Metal where he traveled to seven different countries in different continents to explore the spread of heavy metal music around the world. See how metal has a great impact on people around the world!!
Another documentary film called Until The Light Takes Us examines the birth and explosive arc of Black Metal in Norway in the early 1990s through the eyes of the scenes leaders, who tried to change the world using music and symbolic acts of violence. Three men lead the scene: one is dead, one is in jail for killing him and inciting a wave of church arson, and one continues to release albums in the genre they created. It's worth watching! (if you're into all this shit)
Borat Sagdiyev quotes
Borat: My country send me to United States to make movie-film. Please, come and see my film. If it not success, I will be execute.
Borat: Jak sie masz! My name-a Borat. I like you. I like sex. Is nice!
Oxanna: [as Borat is leaving] If you cheat on me, I will snap off your cock!
Borat: [later] Sadly, I cannot go after Pamela or else my wife will snap off my cock.
Borat: Although Kazakhstan a glorious country, it have a problem, too: economic, social, and Jew.
Borat: You telling me the man who try to put a rubber fist in my anus was a homosexual?
Borat: What kind of dog is this?
Zookeeper: It's a tortoise.
Borat: Is it a cat in a hat?
Zookeeper: No... it's a tortoise in a shell.
Borat: He is my neighbor Nushuktan Tulyiagby. He is pain in my assholes. I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step. I get a clock radio, he cannot afford. Great success!
Borat: I want to have a car that attract a woman with shave down below.
Car Dealership owner: Well that would be a Corvette. Or a Hummer.
[starts showing Borat cars]
Car Dealership owner: We'll try to help you out here.
Borat: A man yesterday, tell me if I buy a car I must buy one with a pussy magnet.
Car Dealership owner: He means a car that women like.
Borat: Yes, but where do you keep this magnet?
Car Dealership owner: [interrupts] No. There's no magnet he just means the vehicle. Women love the Hummers.
Borat: Do this have a pussy magnet?
Car Dealership owner: No. The vehicle itself would be a magnet.
Borat: If I give you good price, will you please put in pussy magnet?
Car Dealership owner: Yeah but there's no-there's no such thing in this country as a-as a magnet.
Borat: Thank you for watch my film. I hope you like. Dziekuje.
Borat: When you chase a dream, especially one with plastic chests, you sometimes do not see what is right in front of you.
Borat: [referring to Pamela Anderson's character in "Baywatch"] This C.J. was like no Kazakh woman I have ever seen. She had golden hairs, teeth as white as pearls, and the asshole of a seven-year-old. For the first time in my lifes, I was in love.
Borat: This is my country of Kazakhstan. It locate between Tajikistan, and Kyrgyzstan, and assholes Uzbekistan.
Borat: Dis my mother. She oldest woman in village. She 43!
Borat: Sometime my sister, she show her vazhïn to my brother Bilo and say "You will never get this you will never get it la la la la la la." He behind his cage. He cries, he cries and everybody laughs. She goes "You never get this." But one time he break cage and he "get this" and then we all laugh. High five!
Borat: I arrived in America's airport with clothings, US dollars, and a jar of gypsy tears to protect me from AIDS.
Borat: Her vazhïn hang like sleeve of wizard's robe.
Borat: There lives Nursultan Tulyakbay. He's still asshole. I get iPod, he only get iPod Mini. Everybody know it for girls!
Borat: I like to make sexy time!
Borat: May George Bush drink the blood of every man, woman, and child in Iraq!
Borat: This is Urkin, the town rapist. Naughty, naughty!
Borat: I will forgive Pamela, and I will go to California with my friend Mr. Jesus, AND TOGETHER WE WILL TAKE HER!
Borat: [to the town's rapist upon farewell] Urkin, not too much raping... Humans only!
Borat: This is Natalya.
[He kisses her passionately]
Borat: She is my sister. She is number-four prostitute in whole of Kazakhstan.
[She holds up a trophy and smiles]
Borat: Niiice!
Borat: My moustache still tastes of your testes!
Borat: The only thing keeping me going was my dream of one day holding Pamela in my arms and making romance explosion on her stomach.
Borat: How's my back pussy?
Azamat: Not bad. Moist.
Borat: Even though my anus was broken, I knew the rest of our journey would be great success.
Borat: Kazakhstan is more civilised now. Women can now travel on inside of bus, and homosexuals no longer have to wear blue hat.
Borat: American wine is like Kazakhstani wine, but not made from fermented horse urine.
Borat: Very sorry to interrupt politic. Might I make a shit in your house?
Borat: There are many job opportunities in the US and of A. For men, construction worker, taxi driver or accountant. For woman, prostitute.
Borat: My mother, she never love me. (Stifled chuckle) She say she wish she was raped by someone else.
Borat: Yakshemash! In US and A, if you want to marry a girl, you cannot just go to her father and swap her for 15 gallons of pesticide. Here you have to do something called dating.
Borat: Jak sie masz! My name-a Borat. I like you. I like sex. Is nice!
Oxanna: [as Borat is leaving] If you cheat on me, I will snap off your cock!
Borat: [later] Sadly, I cannot go after Pamela or else my wife will snap off my cock.
Borat: Although Kazakhstan a glorious country, it have a problem, too: economic, social, and Jew.
Borat: You telling me the man who try to put a rubber fist in my anus was a homosexual?
Borat: What kind of dog is this?
Zookeeper: It's a tortoise.
Borat: Is it a cat in a hat?
Zookeeper: No... it's a tortoise in a shell.
Borat: He is my neighbor Nushuktan Tulyiagby. He is pain in my assholes. I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step. I get a clock radio, he cannot afford. Great success!
Borat: I want to have a car that attract a woman with shave down below.
Car Dealership owner: Well that would be a Corvette. Or a Hummer.
[starts showing Borat cars]
Car Dealership owner: We'll try to help you out here.
Borat: A man yesterday, tell me if I buy a car I must buy one with a pussy magnet.
Car Dealership owner: He means a car that women like.
Borat: Yes, but where do you keep this magnet?
Car Dealership owner: [interrupts] No. There's no magnet he just means the vehicle. Women love the Hummers.
Borat: Do this have a pussy magnet?
Car Dealership owner: No. The vehicle itself would be a magnet.
Borat: If I give you good price, will you please put in pussy magnet?
Car Dealership owner: Yeah but there's no-there's no such thing in this country as a-as a magnet.
Borat: Thank you for watch my film. I hope you like. Dziekuje.
Borat: When you chase a dream, especially one with plastic chests, you sometimes do not see what is right in front of you.
Borat: [referring to Pamela Anderson's character in "Baywatch"] This C.J. was like no Kazakh woman I have ever seen. She had golden hairs, teeth as white as pearls, and the asshole of a seven-year-old. For the first time in my lifes, I was in love.
Borat: This is my country of Kazakhstan. It locate between Tajikistan, and Kyrgyzstan, and assholes Uzbekistan.
Borat: Dis my mother. She oldest woman in village. She 43!
Borat: Sometime my sister, she show her vazhïn to my brother Bilo and say "You will never get this you will never get it la la la la la la." He behind his cage. He cries, he cries and everybody laughs. She goes "You never get this." But one time he break cage and he "get this" and then we all laugh. High five!
Borat: I arrived in America's airport with clothings, US dollars, and a jar of gypsy tears to protect me from AIDS.
Borat: Her vazhïn hang like sleeve of wizard's robe.
Borat: There lives Nursultan Tulyakbay. He's still asshole. I get iPod, he only get iPod Mini. Everybody know it for girls!
Borat: I like to make sexy time!
Borat: May George Bush drink the blood of every man, woman, and child in Iraq!
Borat: This is Urkin, the town rapist. Naughty, naughty!
Borat: I will forgive Pamela, and I will go to California with my friend Mr. Jesus, AND TOGETHER WE WILL TAKE HER!
Borat: [to the town's rapist upon farewell] Urkin, not too much raping... Humans only!
Borat: This is Natalya.
[He kisses her passionately]
Borat: She is my sister. She is number-four prostitute in whole of Kazakhstan.
[She holds up a trophy and smiles]
Borat: Niiice!
Borat: My moustache still tastes of your testes!
Borat: The only thing keeping me going was my dream of one day holding Pamela in my arms and making romance explosion on her stomach.
Borat: How's my back pussy?
Azamat: Not bad. Moist.
Borat: Even though my anus was broken, I knew the rest of our journey would be great success.
Borat: Kazakhstan is more civilised now. Women can now travel on inside of bus, and homosexuals no longer have to wear blue hat.
Borat: American wine is like Kazakhstani wine, but not made from fermented horse urine.
Borat: Very sorry to interrupt politic. Might I make a shit in your house?
Borat: There are many job opportunities in the US and of A. For men, construction worker, taxi driver or accountant. For woman, prostitute.
Borat: My mother, she never love me. (Stifled chuckle) She say she wish she was raped by someone else.
Borat: Yakshemash! In US and A, if you want to marry a girl, you cannot just go to her father and swap her for 15 gallons of pesticide. Here you have to do something called dating.
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