Take no shit, give no fucks.
Source: Generation X (1994) #33, by Larry Hama (writer), Steve Harris (pencils), Scott Hannah (finishes), and RS/Comicraft/EM (lettering)
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I like to sometimes think that the OM! demons and angels have a heightened sense for noticing other beings, like they know when someone or something is nearby even if it's incredibly still and silent. But they're so used to MC being around that MC can completely slip under their radar. MC's presence is a totally natural, constant part of their daily life. For better or for worse, they're too used to it.
They're just chilling in their room, doing whatever, until MC coughs. It really spooks them. Maybe they jump a little.
"How long have you been there?"
"I came in, like, three hours ago."
"What have you been doing that entire time?"
"I dunno, just... sitting here?"
"The whole time?"
"Yeah."
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You got your ears pierced to impress someone, even though you had mixed feelings on them. They did not care about you in the end, and so you took them out.
You used to wear the woman's clothes people gave you as "gifts", it would be rude if you didn't. With time, they have drifted away and no longer monitor and judge you. That pink, stretchy sweater sits in the bottom of you dirty laundry bin, forgotten.
You tried to learn how makeup works, because everyone said you could hide your acne and tired eyes with it. It never worked out, you always looked strange and it made you feel worse about yourself. You have not had foundation in your house in years.
You tried alligning yourself into the skin of a woman multiple times now, you have been trying to get it right so people will respect you. Don't you notice how all your attempts to be feminine fall to the way side? Don't you notice how all these attempts are for other people; when was the last time you got what you wanted?
A man like you shouldn't have to repackage himself in lies and sell it back to others.
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ROSE: Don't you understand!? The human race IS an endless number of monkeys. And every day we produce an endless number of words. And one of us already wrote Hamlet!
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