the rat pack collection

[JesusTitties]

You know what.
You can build 100 sturdy, life long bridges in your life time, and suck one cock. And guess what. You are not known as Joe the bridge builder.
You are known as Joe the cocksucker.

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning.

Do you know what I learned from you? I learned what is possible, and now I must hold out for what I thought we had. I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me. That or nothing. I realized that what I'm looking for is not what you're looking for. You don't want what I want.
It is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy. Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and lost.

What good is intellect if it leaves us immobile and frozen in indecision? At some point, despite all the other options, you have to commit yourself to a path. Being flexible is fine, it's maybe the greatest talent you can have, but in order to define yourself, you need to pursue your passion. There will always be good reasons not to do something, or to do something else, the world is full of women more beautiful than your wife, you can never choose the best car, there's always a cheaper air fare. What's most important is that you choose and get on with your life.

You make me the way i am. Not the opposite.
You come at me with everything that is in you to stop me from reaching my decision.

I know of no more disagreeable situation than to be left feeling generally angry without anybody in particular to be angry at.

Losing, in a curious way, is winning.
Do you see how this all loops around? Happy, glad, sad, unhappy, pissed, happy.

Do you enjoy this change of tone, I know you do.

[Audreyvgs]

Above all, floss.

[Haute]

You are a giant vending machine. Levers pulled,
ka-chunk out comes what ... nothing. Gyped again.
Don't try to bend yourself around my whims, your
knowledge isn't that extensive. Surely you can fathom
that.

You groan you moan you ache you cry. It's never
enough. So you poke, provoke, emote and then lie. That
glass curtain you're hiding behind shows your burns
and scars.

Still, you have potential. Hesitant, recalcitrant, a
debutante without your gown.

Oh now, why the frown?

I want my change.

[JesusTitties]

great!

[priceyfatprude]

Originally posted by Haute
glass curtain you're hiding behind

Ladies & gentlemen, MR BILLY JOEL!!!!!!

*crowd goes wild*

[Haute]

Thank you!

*Bows*

Whoops, back to rehab with me.

[priceyfatprude]

Hey, come back here, I thought you liked redheads in their 20's!!!

[beckstra]

Oh, comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh, comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess

Oh, comely
All of your friends are now letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
Whom you need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh, comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own

Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the basement
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me...

The whole of existence is probably justified by the existence of a single girl who is probably reincarnated all throughout history, most famously as the Virgin Mary. She was Eve's firstborn daughter - she was Nausikaa, Clare, Beatrice, Joan of Arc, and countless martyrs. She is Wisdom in the Proverbs. The Taj Mahal was built for her; Raphael's Madonna was modeled after her. She's always young and wise and beautiful. She's a spiritual presence, gorging with life yet always aware of the cosmic perspective. She's set apart from nature and yet a manifestation of it. Through her God can yield a harvest unthinkable to a regular individual, and she is a salvation for millions. She has the power of healing and the flames of inspiration. She is a humble genius with magnificent wit. Yet she's protected not by her wit, but by her untarnishable purity. She lives not for herself but for others; she is despised by no one. Her girlish qualities, her untouchable innocence, is never met with disdain or cynicism; it cuts through the reservations of even the most hardened soul. No man can possess her, even when she is married - she is wife and sister to all, but she is submissive to God alone. She is the nursemaid of humankind, the most potent antidote to our disease, God's answer to Job.

She was Anne Frank. Some know who she is today.

And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and five hundred families
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wish I could save her
In some sort of time machine

Know all your enemies
Know who are enemies are

Goldaline, my dear
We will fold and freeze together.
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

[beckstra]

(by the way...it's things like this that make celibacy look bleak, when I know full well it's the opposite)

[Perky Pat]

you're not your fvcking khakis.

nor are you richard bach's khakis.