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I know that you're dying, I know that it's true.
I know there's seven thousand things you'd rather be, and rather do.
And I know that you fuck what you love, and you love what you fuck.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
(But distance makes the heart grow weak.)

, said the shotgun to the head.

Have you ever been kissed by God? Passionately (tongue, lips, etc.)? Or are you one who simply condemns God to the realm of the invisible? When do you feel most comfortable? When do you feel most loved? Perhaps it is in the warm embrace of your lover or in the assuring touch of your mother. Perhaps, like me, you ( Read more... )

We hold each other that way for a while, not talking or moving, as if nothing came before this moment, and nothing will come after it.

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There was a lot more to be said, we could feel it hanging in the air, a thread between us that we both wanted to grasp but were too clumsy to be able to.

I'm just gonna keep on truckin'!

"Je veux te monter!" was said, NOT to Mathieu Cournoyer.
"Let's make babies!" however, was said by Nick Diamonds.

(Perfect timing!)

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Someone, I can't remember who, but someone last night asked me eye-to-eye if I love him.
The disappointment hit me quite harshly as the ease in my voice settled with a, "No."

You can never get to a person's mind. You cannot know the different deeds and missions of happiness; you can't tell a scream of pleasure from one of pain. Sometimes, we can barely read pain. Neither a barometer nor a guide, pain can mislead us. Even in the body, the laws of chain reactions can be false. This is why people always want a second ( Read more... )

"Alright, so who's good at drawing here?"

Who asks that at a fucking ART school!?
Stupid "computer arts" people.
Get back to your basics!
Fucking tools...