Neil Cicierega Quotes

Any outlaw tryin' to draw with a pen and a pad
Can draw Jim West with a pen and a pad
Don't even think about a pen and a pad weighin' a ton
Just tryin' to draw just for fun.

But something keeps me as a pet:
the only house that's not on fire yet.
I made it when I was an architect.
This is just a side effect.

Two trucks having sex,
two trucks having sex.
My muscles,
my muscles,
involuntarily flex.

Suddenly, there's a ring in my cell phone; I pick it up:
It's the Angel of Death, and he says "Wazzup?"
I say, "What is it this time?"
And he's like, "Well, hello, goodbye, I'll see you in Hell."
He can be like that sometimes, he's such a nut.
So I snicker and say, "I'd love to, but
Gravity's calling, I've got some falling to do"

It's not the nothingness at the end,
so much as the message nothingness would send.

A marker on a grave, marker on a grave
Marker on a grave and I know I'm the one who died
And underneath the name, underneath the name
Underneath my name it says, "He Earned His Life"

Prance omelette stalking chimneysweep
Eleven hatred earmuff okay rathskeller
My elusive hula yellow sketching creamy
helium gentlemanly communique.

Hey you, sit down and listen!
Don't be flippant and don't be dismissin'.
Think you're a Flash encyclopedia?
Eating, breathing Macromedia?
Think you're cool sayin' "All Your Base"?
Get that Xiao Xiao outta my face!
You gotta be kidding me with that crap,
Animutation's where it's at.

This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
Good guys, bad guys and explosions, as far as the eye can see
And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be.
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

Lost in solipsism, he then slowly pulls a lever
which sets off a mechanism which does nothing whatsoever,
but the nothing that it does negates the everything we know
because it's screaming just because, because it's neither friend or foe,
and so we label it a menace or a grandiose work of art.
From its finale to its genesis, we slowly pull it all apart.

Due to my strong personal convictions,
I wish to stress
that this record
in no way endorses
a belief
in the occult.

You can't remember where you came from (In a spiral of ants)
You can't remember where you're going (In a spiral of ants)
You can't remember knowing
You are one ant Over, it's over
The pheromones, the self-avoiding odyssey
Consuming the colony
The Circle rules your life