ichorveiins:
AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS
episode one - the bone orchard. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )
â no expertise can surmount a sea that does not wish you to reach shore. â
â wind can be reasoned with. â
â celebration was cut short. â
â only good thing about being in prison is the relief. â
â tomorrow canât do anything today hasnât already managed. â
â this country went to hell when they stopped hanging folks. â
â no gallows dirt, no gallows deals. â
â you know, iâm not superstitious. â
â i donât believe in anything i canât see. â
â i feel like thereâs a fuckinâ axe hanging over my head. i canât see it, but i believe it. â
â i can see it fine. â
â prison has a way of trying to keep you in prison. â
â i smell snow. â
â i love you. something feels weird. â
â i love you too. what feels weird? â
â the air feels constipated, like if itâd just push out a storm, itâd be okay. â
â a hundred twenty hours till youâre home. â
â waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isnât. â
â do not piss off those bitches in airports. â
â i guess this must be your lucky day, huh ? â
â you nervous ? â
â just sit back and be a bird. â
â i offer you the worm from my beak and you look at me like i fucked your mom ? â
â youâre just the first person iâve met who isnât an asshole. â
â give me time. â
â what would you have done, my boy ? â
â seems like a firm decision made for good reasons, i can respect that. â
â you lost something vital in there, and not just time. â
â what might i call you, if i were so inclined ? â
â always good to meet a fellow traveler. â
â i usually end up getting what i want. on average, over time. â
â itâs all about getting people to believe in you. itâs not their cash, itâs their faith. â
â now, whatâs keeping us aloft ? faith ? or newton ? â
â donât rush into this, take your time. â
â thereâs always work for a big guy whoâs smart enough to know heâs better off letting people think heâs dumb. â
â by the end of your tenure, you could be the next king of america. â
â a man gets out of prison, he should be focused above all on not going back. â
â believe. â
â i donât think i have the talent for it. â
â you ⊠like me ? â
â iâm not what i once was. â
â youâre perfect. â
â i donât know what iâm doing. â
â what man does ? â
â do something for me. worship me. â
â worship me. pray to me like iâm your god. your goddess. â
â you feel so good. i could keep fucking you forever. â
â say my name. â
â beloved, i worship your breasts and your eyes and your cunts. and i worship your thighs and your eyes and your cherry red lips. â
â i am yours, my beloved. â
â go on, let go ! give me everything ! â
â i love you. â
â not that rushing into things canât be a good thing ⊠â
â sex rushed into tends to work out best for all involved. â
â okay, iâve said âfuck offâ politely as many ways as iâm gonna. now iâm fixing to be direct. â
â what the fuck do you know about [ ⊠] ? â
â more than you, it seems. â
â iâm not gonna work for anyone whoâs got worse luck than me. â
â call it. â
â rigged games are the easiest to beat. â
â youâre a little creepy, and youâre forward, and familiar, and i donât like it. i donât like you. â
â whoâre you ? â
â iâm a leprechaun. â
â we donât come from moscow, russia. or moscow, idaho, for that matter. â
â no details. â
â devilâs in the details. â
â do you know who he is ? who he really is ? â
â heâs hustling you. heâs a hustler. â
â damn right. iâm a hustler, swindler, cheater, and liar. itâs why i need assistance. â
â name your price. â
â howâd you do it ? â
â with panache. â
â simplest trick in the world. â
â iâll fight you for it. â
â win or lose, and you will lose, itâs yours if you fight me. â
â can you feel the joy rising in your veins like the sap in the springtime ? â
â i wanted to be a part of your history. â
â itâs just anger âââ makes you feel like you can change the outcome. â
â [ ⊠] had the nerve to ask me what i wanted him to do with it. i told him leave it where it found it. â
â target would be more interesting than here. â
â if there isnât some kinda life after death, iâm gonna be so fuckinâ pissed. â
â there is no closure from the dead. â
â iâm sorry for your loss, [ ⊠] , i really am. anyone tell you that yet ? anyone even hug you ? â
â hear me out, this is a good one. lex talionis. an eye for an eye. a blowjob for a blowjob. â
â jesus, who knew i could be so angry ?! â
â i am trying to get my dignity back here ! â
â donât fuck with me, [ ⊠] â
â whatâs he doing here ? whatâs the plan ? whatâs the game plan, man ? â
â how auspicious, you must be special. â
â [ ⊠] is history. forgotten and ⊠old. â
â we have reprogrammed reality. language is a virus. religion, an operating system, and prayers are just so much fucking spam. â
â the dominant fucking paradigm, [ ⊠] , that is the only important thing. â
â by the way, i was sorry to hear about your wife/husband. tough break. â
â so, i will ask again: what is it [ ⊠] is up to ? â
â you saying you donât know ? ⊠would you tell me even if you did ? â













