“After you’ve done a thing the same way for two years, look it over carefully. After five years, look at it with suspicion. And after ten years, throw it away and start all over. ~Alfred Edward Perlman, New York Times, 3 July 1958”
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My lost heart.
I hate it when I think I have it all figured out. Nice n’ safe, comfortable… but lonely. That’s okay, its better than pain or disappointment, I can handle it. Then the lonely numbness goes away and turns to sadness leaving me standing alone, wondering what the fuck. And I realize I didn’t avoid the pain, I just didn’t get the passion, the feeling of insecurity, the thrill of wishing this will never end and how badly I desire to love something, someone with the fear that it will come undone. So now, I ask myself, do you know anything? Yes- from now on passion and sex! That way I can be disappointed, yet sexually content! I am a total shit, I know.
5PM
My first blog.
Wow… this is it. Hmmm, funny, not as good as everyone said it would be. Actually feels kind of awkward. But today my life changes. I have decided to get back into it, no matter which way it goes. So fuck it… Stay tuned let’s see how bad I can bugger this up!
5PM
My word, has more than one fan…
See, the thing with saying the word “fuck” is that it just feels so great. The problem with it is that mainstream hasn’t caught on yet. The word is universally perfect for nearly every situation. Bad News…fuck. Good news… Fuck! Sometimes its a mother, sometimes its a flying, you can give it or not, a verb a noun an object of a phrase, either way everyone wants to.
I agree… nothing drives the point home better.
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