SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN
And then you see it. As it strangles and beats your friends to death... the sweetest most courageous people in the world. You see the fear and power in its eyes. Then you *know*. That the bourgeois are not human.
I'm a deeply flawed individual, but I bring joy to the world.
YOU - “I approve of this, very futuristic.” (Tap on the girls kissing.)
0.000% of Communism has been built. Evil child-murdering billionaires still rule the world with a shit-eating grin. All he has managed to do is make himself *sad*. He is starting to suspect Kras Mazov *fucked him over* personally with his socio-economic theory.
YOU - Suffering will only make me stronger.
ENDURANCE - It's probably this way of thinking that got you where you are.
Are you... are you part of the *homo-sexual underground*?
Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.
No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.
Are women bourgeois?
That we continue to persist at all is a testament to our faith in one another.
Maybe you should *stop* obsessing about your own -- and other people's -- sexuality? Feels like it’s about time to do that. You’ve thought about this for *eight hours*?! Not only should you stop, you should tell Kim you've stopped obsessing about other people's sexuality too.
YOU - Yeah, we're f****ts, got a problem with it?!
Moralists don't really *have* beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child's toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded.
YOU - I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore.
CUNO - “Fuck does Cuno care?” The boy turns to you. (He doesn't care.)
KIM KITSURAGI - “You need to get your shit together.”
YOU - “But I don't wanna get my shit together!”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Then the world will turn away from you, and leave you behind.”
A tremendous loneliness comes over you. Everybody in the world is doing something without you.
YOU - By the way, I'm a fascist.
THE DESERTER - You're not. You're part of the meat shield surrounding the *real* fascists, while they rape children. That's what *you* are.
YOU - …I don't want to masturbate on the street, okay?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Whatever, coward.
YOU - “Men are insane.” (Shake your head.)
VOLITION - Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.
SHIVERS - I NEED YOU. YOU CAN KEEP ME ON THIS EARTH. BE VIGILANT. I LOVE YOU.
YOU - I don't wanna say *cock-carousel* anymore.
People imagine picking up and finding *something better* is an easy solution. But how is that supposed to work, when all your time and energy goes to staying alive? You have almost nothing to set aside to actually fight your way out.