Profane sighed. The eyes of New York women do not see the wandering bums or the boys with no place to go. Material wealth and getting laid strolled arm-in-arm the midway of Profane's mind. If he'd been the type who evolves theories of history for his own amusement, he might have said all political events: wars, governments and uprisings, have the desire to get laid as their roots; because history unfolds according to economic forces and the only reason anybody wants to get rich is so he can get laid steadily, with whomever he chooses. All he believed at this point, on the bench behind the Library, was that anybody who worked for inanimate money so he could buy more inanimate objects was out of his head. Inanimate money was to get animate warmth, dead fingernails in the living shoulderblades, quick cries against the pillow, tangled hair, lidded eyes, twisting loins . . .
Keep go on :D
Köpekler, birbirinin ağzındaki kemiği çullanarak kapmaya bakarlar. En iptidaî bir duygu. Bize gerici diyen tipler Taş Devri kadar gerilerdedir.
Yapacağınız en önemli konuşmalar, kendinizle yapacağınız konuşmalardır. Onlarla uyanıyorsunuz, onlarla dolaşıyorsunuz, onlarla yatağa gidiyorsunuz ve sonunda onlara göre hareket ediyorsunuz...
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The most important conversations you will have are the ones you have with yourself. You wake up with them, you walk around with them, you go to bed with them, and eventually you act on them...
“I need your help with an experiment. Try to compel Jack.”
I didn’t like the way his face lit up at the prospect, and I especially didn’t like that he looked at me like a dog that had just been given permission to eat the cat. “To do what?”
“Something he’d object to.”
“Nicolae!”
Mason set his eyes on me, smirking. “Get down on your knees.”
“Go to hell,” I growled. I could feel the push to obey, but after resisting compulsion so recently, it came a bit easier.
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“Go to sleep.”
“Go to hell.”
He works his jaw. Walks to the door. “I’m working on it.”
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Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open a window
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go
beyond this beautiful horizon lies a dream for you and I
this tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky
but there's a storm closing in voices crying on the wind
the serenade is growing colder breaks my soul that tries to sing
and there's so many many thoughts when I try to go to sleep
but with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace
I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, - couldn't help it, you've been so good to me, - I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me; now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer.