it's stupid thing to sometimes even think of, however it does come to mind and disrupts the perfect flow of thoughts . It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
sometimes, this whole issue is so sickening that i'd just be thank for for being alive, not learning, not learning a little, not being sick but just Alive. As if i've become some saint and have become aggresively saint-ish.
"not my daughter, you bitch" he said in all rage,and left.
"she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her"
you used to say that before you knew she was a young lady, wiser in a way you never imagined.
PS:Not intended to be derisive.Just an ironical perspective on maddening male idiosyncrasies. No need to outrage.
“Atticus Finch: I remember when my daddy gave me that gun. He told me that I should never point it at anything in the house; and that he'd rather I'd shoot at tin cans in the backyard. But he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted - if I could hit 'em; but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird”
― Harper Lee
― Harper Lee
Swallow her innocence
hallow her serene felt
turn her silent, she can't be outrageous. It will ruin your day
kill the mocking bird or, don't
bully her to silence
Do it, or shut the fuck up !
I'm a modern woman.A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive.
speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!
I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless.
I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.
Maybe I should shut up now, because I feel guilty when I make you realizr that you lost the 'war' !
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