S-paced out
I will screw your mind, slowly. Slowly.
-Anon
Tags: Relationships, Love, Richard Bach
I will screw your mind, slowly. Slowly.
-Anon
Tags: Relationships, Love, Richard Bach
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
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All I had to give him, I have already given. But he wants more. Definately more.
He says he just can’t handle the spasmic silences. You know, the stances where he becomes hysterical with his desires and I become numb with solitude.
Whoever said that opposites attract? Sure sparks do fly when they collide. But what about the sparks? What about them? Where do they go? More
These pigeons in my balcony,
Fighting with each other,
Brutally.
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Twice born?
Yes.
And me?
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“How you say to a little one ball in the side?”
“I never played that game much.”
“Nothing to it. Just the one ball in the side pocket.”
“Anyhow, you look too good for me.”
“Me? I’m just a punk.”
“Oh well. If it’s just a friendly game.”
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All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
-Aristotle
Tags: Quotations, Aristotle, Paid Jobs
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Because there is so little opportunity for intimacy in daily life, and because some forms of intimacy (especially if intense) are psychologically impossible for most people, the bulk of the time in serious social life is taken up with playing games. More
She said she would.
Yes, she did.
But she didn’t. More
Fathers send their sons to college either because they went to college or because they didn’t.
-L. L. Henderson
Tags: Quotations, L. L. Henderson
In this obscene photograph sold in the street
secretly (have to watch out for the police),
in this whorish photograph,
how could there be such a dream-like face?
How did you get in here?
1. Must Learn Knitting.
2. Must Drive More Carefully
3. Must Get a Good Job
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I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
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And so the year began on a bitter note. She would just not listen to me anymore. Just won’t let me explain. Sits there watching me, red eyed. But wouldn’t hear something that would bring a smile to her lips.
I hate love. Did I ever tell you that? I have been with women. Of all kinds. All shapes and sizes. All colours. All ages. I once loved them. Loved them all. But there is only too much you can give out. And I hit rockbottom. Like I was gonna More