A Quote from Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs
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Send the Tramp Catcher, cosh the old man
Sink him in a barrel of gin
When he's all mixed and the bones turned to jam
We'll raise a glass kindly to him.
More quotes from Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs
A skin of a shroud
a stump of the bled
old Lily is flyblown
old Lily is dead
and dreams of the jungle
will flood through her head
and light up her head.
He who makes a beast of himself removes himself from the pain of being human.
I held your hand and watched the blood pool between your legs. You lived long enough to see Edwin, but not Enoch. I will take care of them my love, I promise you this.
Fear is what keeps us all in our places, and the fear of the flesh, the ruin of the flesh is the greatest of them all.
I am sickened, I am ruined, but I will build such machines to contain this plague and heal us all.
Hands are bleeding, raw. I scrub and scrub but the smell will not lift. How can I hold my children with these hands now? How can I kiss them goodnight with lips that have issued such instruction?
