Personality is a myth, created by those who lack the inclination or imagination to change
posted by Cal Samson at 6:00 PM
And I, I cannot tread? For I am not brave nor a man? What a world we live in as you so rightly ask of the times for a sign. They get pretty lazy. Cowards, as phallically challenged as you may be, unite...
As Houellebecq notes, it's the uterean envy. It gets us all in the end.
Yeah, good luck with that, it'll be interesting to see what your crazed mind comes out with.
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I am the product of a fear fuelled, sex crazed, money laden society and I love it.
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You waited all day, I waited all day. You left just before sunset, and I only wanted to tell you that the moment was beautiful. And all I wasnted to do was listen to bad music, drive bad cars, watch bad TV, You should've stayed for the sunset, if not for me.
Our friends had been falling into rivers, and I never knew why. I never knew until you reached in and pulled me dripping and gasping from the water what it felt like when someone cared for you and your life. Now I am dry and breathing, but I am not afraid, and I take every breath for you as we watch, as one, they who wander the water's edge. I take every breath for you.