3.08.2010
Kissing
Dear Love,
I have never loved so deep, never loved so free, til i found you. You are my everything, and you make me so happy, and so complete. I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.
Love,
Me
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
-Emily Ludwig
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see it true That ways of love are never new- The love that sets you daft and dazed Is every love that ever blazed; The happier, I, to fathom this: A kiss is every other kiss.
-Dorothy Parker
"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know."
-Mistinguett
"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." -Ingrid Bergam
I have never loved so deep, never loved so free, til i found you. You are my everything, and you make me so happy, and so complete. I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.
Love,
Me
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
-Emily Ludwig
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see it true That ways of love are never new- The love that sets you daft and dazed Is every love that ever blazed; The happier, I, to fathom this: A kiss is every other kiss.
-Dorothy Parker
"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know."
-Mistinguett
"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." -Ingrid Bergam
Never will one look into me - only unto me, then they look away.
Trapt
It is the deathly freezing chill down the nape of her neck,
the pounding in her head slowly driving her insane,
knawing at her brain slowly killing her.
All alone in her dark room the walls are caving in.
The pain is getting to her
soaking in her skin....
She grabbed a knife, longest of the bunch.
Without any thought,
she slowly slit her throat.
She lay still in her crimson blood,
her soul not pure enough for heaven.
Yet,
not evil enough for hell.
She just couldn't free herself from the cruel and painful world.
-Brandy Armstrong
It is the deathly freezing chill down the nape of her neck,
the pounding in her head slowly driving her insane,
knawing at her brain slowly killing her.
All alone in her dark room the walls are caving in.
The pain is getting to her
soaking in her skin....
She grabbed a knife, longest of the bunch.
Without any thought,
she slowly slit her throat.
She lay still in her crimson blood,
her soul not pure enough for heaven.
Yet,
not evil enough for hell.
She just couldn't free herself from the cruel and painful world.
-Brandy Armstrong
The Revolutionary Pleasure of Thinking For Yourself
HS Those who assume (often unconsciously) that it is impossible to achieve their life's desires—and, thus, that it is futile to fight for themselves—usually end up fighting for an ideal or cause instead. They may appear to engage in self-directed activity, but in reality they have accepted alienation from their desires as a way of life. All subjugations of personal desires to the dictates of a cause or ideology are reactionary no matter how "revolutionary" the actions arising from such subjugations may appear. Yet, one of the great secrets of our miserable, yet potentially marvelous time, is that thinking can be a pleasure. Despite the suffocating effect of the dominant religious and political ideologies, many individuals do learn to think for themselves; and by doing so—by actively, critically thinking for themselves, rather than by passively accepting pre-digested opinions—they reclaim their minds as their own. This is a manual for those who wish to think for themselves, a manual for creation of a personally (rather than ideologically) constructed body of critical thought for your own use, a body of thought which will help you to understand why your life is the way it is and why the world is the way it is. More importantly, as you construct your own theory, you will also develop a practice: a method to get what you want for your own life. Theory, then, must be either practical—a guide to action—or it will be nothing, nothing but an aquarium of ideas, a contemplative interpretation of the world. The realm of ideas divorced from actions is the eternal waiting room of unrealized desires. Forming your own practical theory, what could be called "self-theory," is intimately connected to achieving the realization of your desires. Therefore, constructing your self-theory is a revolutionary pleasure. It is both a destructive and constructive pleasure, because you are creating a practical theory—one tied to action—for the destruction and reconstruction of this society. It is a theory of adventure, because it is based on what you want from life and on devising the means necessary to achieve it. It is as erotic and humorous as an authentic revolution.
12.18.2009
Hell is other people
...'hell is other people' has always been misunderstood. It has been though that what I mean by this is that our relationships with other people are poisoned. That they are invariably hellish relations. But, what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell. Why? Because.... when we think about ourselves, when we try to know ourselves, we use the knowledge of us which other people already have. We judge ourselves with the means other people have and have given us for judging ourselves. Into whatever I say about myself someone Else's judgement (especially here lately with so called friends.) always enters. Into whatever I feel within myself someone else's judgment enters. But, that does no at all mean that one cannot have relations with other people. It simply brings out the capital importance of all other people to each one of us.
Chose wisely.
Through My Eyes
I woke up before you again. You lay on the bed, with the covers draping half your body. My eyes scan our glistening body, in aw of how much I love you. I love the way you neck curves into your shoulders. My head fits perfect there. Your back is exposed , and my eyes wonder down your spine, admiring the form of your muscles. Drifting off into memories. You love your back rubbed down after a long day. Your legs are so slender and long. Oh, how I love to tangle my legs in yours. I blink as i admired your peaceful state of mind, your body completely relaxed. My eyes are taking pictures of you. Pictures of memories you and I shared the night before. I close my eyes again, snap, I take another picture. I want to remember you forever, I want to remember you when I'm lonely. My mental pictures, they are my heaven. So all day long you can be with me.
BTW
I will have many spelling errors and grammatical errors, just try to over look then. ..... Until my next outburst.......
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