"Try to remember..."
"I am become death, shatterer of worlds."
"Reality can suck my dick darling."
"You're running around shooting people like they're Nothing. You're Fucked up, Gideon. You're not cool, you're not a hero, you're just a Murderer."
"Your heads like mine, like all our heads;
big enough to contain every God and Devil there ever was.
Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole Universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over.
The world turns our key and we play the same tune again and again and we think that tune's all we are."
"You can say what you like.
You can say what you like, my friends. You can shout and call me crazy all you like but it won't change the facts.
We're all receivers. Like cheap radios, they've tuned us in and they're making us play their music and we don't even know it. We think our thoughts are our own, but let me tell you, they're not.
Our thoughts are broadcasts. We're talking about extremely low frequency magnetic fields blanket broadcasts by our masters in the new world order. We're talking about these ELF transmitters programming our minds with carefully modulated waveforms.
You can sneer and snigger all you like but when you wake up at three in the morning, anxious and agitated and wondering where those horrible thoughts are coming from, maybe you won't feel so smart, eh? There are ELF generators everywhere.
They're using our televisions! They're using satellites! They're using the muzak in bars and shopping centers!
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD A THOUGHT THAT WASN'T PUT THERE BY THEM?"
The whole scene near the end when King Mob calls his old girlfriend after getting shot.
There's just tonnes of moments in the first four issues alone with Mad Tom and Dane.
One that's been in my head for weeks now.
"I know you Dane McGowan and you know me.
I am not the God of your fathers Dane." |
