@Bandit_Hunter Never mess with a man who has unrestricted access to the ECHOnet amongst a planet that barely has running water.
I'd say "Angel needs it to keep generating memes" but she refused to do this one. She insists, "below Nisha's hat is another, smaller hat".
It makes me wonder...
One day, she caught my confusion. She muttered a phrase I swear I'll never forget, until the day I die:
Her golden eyes locked on, and those purple lips - Godknowswhat makes up that shade - they spoke softer than usual, as if the perfect movement.
'Wild horses run faster'.
They say, 'our possessions become our prisons', and the older I get, the more and more I'm startin' ah actually believe it. Crazy, right? Mad. Yeah...
'Cause I look at Nisha, n' I think, HEY! There walks a woman who owns nothin' more valuable than a string of silver bullets.
And she's, I dunno, happy? Okay with it all? Y--Y'know that one Pandoran proverb, the uh- What was it?
'The naked man fears no pickpockets' --? YEAH. That one!
I feel like that woman exists in the kinda world where locked doors are some scientific phenomenon rather than safety.
As much as you can
detest it,
revile it,
hate it,
reject it,
deny it;
A legend will remain a legend...
No matter where she came from, or what she'll become.
Hyperion has yet to release a revolver because Moxxi has given Jack irreparable trauma with how many innuendos she's managed to craft from the term, 'cocking it'.
It drives him up the fucking WALL. It was funny the first dozen t—
Actually, no. It was never funny.
Let's knock those shot glasses, once, then once more
reminisce when we were just busywork murderers
No - heroes - whose cheerful yells had one priority;
fretting if the newspapers caught our good sides
Possessions become prisons,
psychosis becomes pragmatic:
Pandora is mine.
Perhaps you may escape all of this
Before, by the time you stop breathing
Though I hope you won't be holding your breath
'Til that Summer-woven straw glows gold
Shimmering beneath a sun we're both too faded
to ever decipher rising nor falling - not anymore
What is it? What was it? What am I? Who was I?
Can planets exist without orbit? Can stars be sat still?
We're not designed to understand, I think.
We're capable of loving the unknown. We're enamored by the slightest strangers. The most distant sparkles.
Pandora
is a birthright.
... I think I like money,
but I think I'd like it more if it had my face on it.
Yeah. That's it. That's EXACTLY what's been missing, this whole time.
Inner peace, at last.
My genius preserved.
A crisis averted.
Had a revelation the other day that, 'perhaps the less you know yourself, the easier it is to love yourself'. Can't convince me that ain't how the likes of Mox are so 'well adjusted'.
But then I saw Nisha prepping molotovs like someone baking cookies. I dunno what to think.
Heheheaha. HEHEAHA. GOODD can you imagine being the poor ol' sucker being torn a' shreds from a robot that was designed on creation to be a frickin' VACUUM CLEANER??
Ahhhh.
Sleep well, lil guy. The second roomba should come tomorrow; and so too, will your fate. Rest well champ.
Gonna get my roomba a girlfriend (just another roomba, there ARE still things in the world that money can't buy) and let them bond for a couple weeks.. ish.
Then, just as they're getting all sweet n' comfy with one another?
BAM. We're gonna MOONSHOT THAT BITCH INTO PANDORA!
Ya'see - and this ain't up for any kind of discussion, this is me lecturing you, so listen up: - things built for wanton destruction? They're always gonna lose to some dumb vault hunters, since that's fighting fire with fire.
But something that's known loss?
That's. Different.