makes me wonder

Was it ever something more than attraction and physical lust?

naked

was i bored? no, i wasn’t fuckin’ bored. i’m never bored. that’s the trouble wit...h everybody - you’re all so bored. you’ve had nature explained to you and you’re bored with it, you’ve had the living body explained to you and you’re bored with it, you’ve had the universe explained to you and you’re bored with it, so now you want cheap thrills and, like, plenty of them, and it doesn’t matter how tawdry or vacuous they are as long as it’s new as long as it’s new as long as it flashes and fuckin’ bleeps in forty fuckin’ different colors. so whatever else you can say about me, i’m not fuckin’ bored

dexter

connecting with another human being
it's like no one told them that's the hardest thing in the world

Henry David Thoreau, Walden.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

bursa

Co on myśli ten facet
ten blady krętek
segregujący pieniądze
pomiędzy jednym a drugim kęsem bułki z kiełbasą
która jest wyrzeczeniem
na niekorzyść krawata
poprawiając krawat
kiedysiejsze wyrzeczenie bułki
krawat wyrzeczenie krzesło
palto niedzielne popołudnie
też wyrzeczenie
co on myśli
zwilżając palce jak higienistka
by sprawniej układać
stosy najwyższego piękna
najwyższego bo będącego tylko wyobraźnią
co on myśli
ten brzydal
urodzony dzięki wyrzeczeniu
i przez wyrzeczenie
rozmnażający się
segregując sztampowe staloryty
piękniejsze od Giocondy
co on myśli
jaka religia powstrzymuje go przed szaleństwem

trent lane

“Hey, I already thought of that. As soon as we get there, we find a bar, and we don’t leave it until we’re unconscious.”