Old Keys by alexfiftyem

Rehabilitated? well, now let me see. you know, i don’t have any idea what that means. mister wayne, if you don’t want to tell me exactly what you’re doing, when i’m asked, i don’t have to lie. but don’t think of me as an idiot. bruce… i’m god. no, this is mount everest. you should flip on the discovery channel from time to time. but i guess you can’t now, being dead and all. i did the same thing to gandhi, he didn’t eat for three weeks. i don’t think they tried to market it to the billionaire, spelunking, base-jumping crowd. you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you. cities fall but they are rebuilt. heroes die but they are remembered. well, what is it today? more spelunking? cities fall but they are rebuilt. heroes die but they are remembered. circumstances have taught me that a man’s ethics are the only possessions he will take beyond the grave. it only took me six days. same time it took the lord to make the world.

The man likes to play chess; let’s get him some rocks. i now issue a new commandment: thou shalt do the dance. i once heard a wise man say there are no perfect men. only perfect intentions. let me tell you something my friend. hope is a dangerous thing. hope can drive a man insane. boxing is about respect. getting it for yourself, and taking it away from the other guy. multiply your anger by about a hundred, kate, that’s how much he thinks he loves you. that tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.

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