And the crazy part of it was even if you were clever, even if you spent your adolescence reading John Donne and Shaw, even if you studied history or zoology or physics and hoped to spend your life pursuing some difficult and challenging career, you still had a mind full of all the soupy longings that every high-school girl was awash in... underneath it, all you longed to be was annihilated by love, to be swept off your feet, to be filled up by a giant prick spouting sperm, soapsuds, silk and satins and, of course, money.
January 16, 2017
January 15, 2017
I don`t need you, I don`t need your shitty false love, I got someone more beautiful, someone more trustworthy, someone who encourages me at every damn point in my life, someone who builds me hell strong, you know who that is, that`s pain, and pain loves to be loved, and it loves me back a million times greater. It don`t do shit lke you, It don`t break my heart, It don`t give a goddamn fuck for anyone but just cares hell for me, and I love it because it`ll never leave me.
January 13, 2017
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January 06, 2017
Although we credit God with designing man, it turns out He`s not sufficiently skilled to have done so. In point of fact, He unintentionally knocked over the first domino by creating a palette of atoms with different shapes. Electron clouds bonded, molecules bloomed, proteins embraced, and eventually cells formed and learned how to hang on to one another like lovebirds. He discovered that by simmering the Earth at the proper distance from the Sun, it instinctively sprouted with life. He`s not so much a creator as a molecule tinkerer who enjoyed a stroke of luck: He simply set the ball rolling by creating a smorgasbord of matter, and creation ensued.
Posted by Tihan at 5:52 AM
January 05, 2017
We all have our own road to walk. Whether rocky, curving, straight or smooth, what good is a lonely road? It?s when we run and intersect with other roads that defines our road. When road meets road do we get direction, and choices to cross into another life.
Posted by Tihan at 5:59 AM
A fine young man and a fine young felly he always was, except that in the old days, before you began coming in here, Mr. Witherwax, he maybe had too much money and spent too much of it on girls. Take them alone, either one; the money without the women, or a good girl without the money that can be a help to a young felly, and he`s fixed for life. But put them together; and often as not, the young felly goes on the booze. ("The Better Mousetrap")