I can't fucking wait to be in Spain.

night beads

I ask you... If you can't trust a 40-year-old Iranian divorcee with a beauty like the sunset and skin soft as lapping waves that makes out with you off and on for hours and clings tightly round your arm, holds your hand and spreads her tongue in you... who can you trust?

Women.

a fiery ocean as the sunset

I became a child today for a few moments when I watched the sun setting from a cliff. There was a point where the cobalt blue ocean waves were riding furiously in unison toward the shore and upon its back the goldenbrass beams of sunlight were rushing with it, spreading along its crest like very deep flames. The sunlight was like molten waves and if one had no sense of the properties of light and water, as a child, one would've been mesmerized. For a few moments I hadn't eaten of the apple and I was singed pure by the fiery wavetops that spread and crashed. Golden blue lightening waves.
It was quite beautiful.

R.I.P. Slim Dunkin'.

I'm still on fire inside. Burning like a fire in uninhabited woods.

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Dare I dream?

a hot mess

They're capturing light now... Sweet.

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Great Moments In 21st Century Television

"Marcel Proust wrote a seven volume classic, Remembrance Of Things Past. He took a bite of a madeleine, it's a kind of a tea cookie he used to have when he was a child, and that one bite unleashed a tide of memories of his childhood and ultimately of his entire life."

"This sounds very gay. I hope that's not what you're saying."

some precious prose

"O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair. If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun"

So I says to my therapist, I says...

like a fat fucking bananafish:

"If I said to any of my friends that I was thinking about stabbing a long sharp knife through my throat, they'd just take it the wrong way."

What Joan Armatrading has to say...

"I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love.
But to you I gave my affection right from the start.
I have a lover who loves me; how could I break such a heart?
Yet still you get my attention.

Why do you come here when you know I've got troubles enough?
Why do you call me when you know I can't answer the phone?
Make me lie when I don't want to, and make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool,
you make me stay when I should not,
are you so strong or is all the weakness in me?
Why do you come here and pretend to be just passing by?
I need to see you.
I need to hold you tightly.

Feeling guilty, worried, waking from tormented sleep.
This old love has me bound but the new love cuts deep.
If I choose now, I'll lose out.
One of you has to fall.
And I need you. And you.

Why do you come here when you know I've got troubles enough?
Why do you call me when you know I can't answer the phone?
Make me lie when I don't want to, and make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool,
you make me stay when I should not,
are you so strong or is all the weakness in me?
Why do you come here and pretend to be just passing by?
I need to see you.

I need to hold you tightly."

Great Moments In 20th Century Film

"Hungarians don't have pronouns."
"Apparently they don't have fucking doors either!"