Lesbian Misbehavin'
I'd SPANK George W -- if he was my type.
Froth Slosh B'Gosh
Somewhat liberal, Pittsburgh based blog
I'd SPANK George W -- if he was my type.
Froth Slosh B'Gosh
Somewhat liberal, Pittsburgh based blog
Haha.
"There are too many ideas and things and people. Too many directions to go. I was starting to think that the reason it matters to care so passionately about something is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size."
(The Movie - Adaptation)
. . . She walked around the pool toward the exit. She passed the lifeguard, and after she had gone some three or four steps beyond him, she turned her head, smiled, and waved to him. At that instant I felt a pang in my heart! That smile and that gesture belonged to a twenty-year-old girl! Her arm rose with bewitching ease. It was as if she were playfully tossing a brightly colored ball to her lover. That smile and that gesture had charm and elegance, while the face and the body no longer had any charm. It was the charm of a gesture drowning in the charmlessness of the body. But the woman, though she must of course have realized that she was no longer beautiful, forgot that for the moment. There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless. In any case, the instant she turned, smiled, and waved to the young lifeguard (who couldn't control himself and burst out laughing), she was unaware of her age. The essence of her charm, independent of time, revealed itself for a second in that gesture and dazzled me. I was strangely moved. And then the word Agnes entered my mind. Agnes. I had never known a woman by that name.
- Milan Kundera, Immortality.
Type Slowly
Pavement
Sherri, you smell different
Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy
Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost
Snipers posted bills -- as they should -- of our midnight vacation
Back on the planet now -- i'm beginning to see just how
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly
One of us is a cigar stand --
And one of us is a lovely blue incandescent guillotine
The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium
People of the bay -- it is excruciatingly gray
Face the front when he comes for you
Type slowly
Cherish your memorized weakness
Fashioned from a manifesto -- lady, i am no futurist
I'm my only critic, i
Trolls in the glen are consorting again
The liberals say they don't exist but i know that they do
Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass
Frozen images, respected few
Type slowly
"You know Buffy. Sweet girl. Not that bright."
- Willow