'Nuff said
Stripper: Are you guys married?
Me: no BUT YOURE GORGEOUS
Cody, as he tried vainly to communicate with me through my mesmerization: uh...yeah, you are ninety percent gay and maybe 10% straight.
Me: Wait...huh?
Sincerely, i want to strip. i think i could pull it off.
[morning after edit.]
She would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.
But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.
The horror at the heart of her yearning is exceeded only by the evil of fulfillment.
…among all the waste and beauty of the world-which is what she herself was. All of our waste which we dumped on her and which she absorbed. And all of our beauty, which was hers first and which she gave to us. All of us- all who knew her- felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her[…]even her waking dreams we used- to silence our own nightmares. And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt. […]We were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.
Love is never any better than the lover.
Beauty is not only something to behold, it is something to do.
--random excerpts from The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
Me: no BUT YOURE GORGEOUS
Cody, as he tried vainly to communicate with me through my mesmerization: uh...yeah, you are ninety percent gay and maybe 10% straight.
Me: Wait...huh?
Sincerely, i want to strip. i think i could pull it off.
[morning after edit.]
She would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.
But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.
The horror at the heart of her yearning is exceeded only by the evil of fulfillment.
…among all the waste and beauty of the world-which is what she herself was. All of our waste which we dumped on her and which she absorbed. And all of our beauty, which was hers first and which she gave to us. All of us- all who knew her- felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her[…]even her waking dreams we used- to silence our own nightmares. And she let us, and thereby deserved our contempt. […]We were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.
Love is never any better than the lover.
Beauty is not only something to behold, it is something to do.
--random excerpts from The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison