Rest in peace, Hunter S. Thompson. The world is without one more brilliant lunatic.
posted by 123454321 at 9:49 PM

He tore feverishly at her bodice, ripping it off her sweat-drenched body. Having just bought the bodice, this really bummed her out. Still, she wanted more than anything to be devoured by his earthy passion. Unfortunately the idea of saying "devour me with your earthy passion" creeped her out, so instead she murmured "Hum daddy bow-wow." He had no idea what she was talking about and found himself wondering whether it was positive verbal feedback in regards to his foreplay technique, or signs of early onset dementia. He went with positive feedback because the notion of making love to a woman who would soon be drooling into a cup was not terribly arousing. Not un-doable, but not a big turn on either. Thus resolved, he threw her to the bed, missing high and to the right. Her head careened off the night stand, somehow turning on the clock radio to an easy listening station. Tina Turner was singing "Proud Mary", but just the nice and easy part. They paused briefly to check for signs of a concussion. Not knowing what those signs might be they decided to forge ahead and make love as if they'd never made love before, as if it were the first time. And so they did. They made love in a hurry and badly. Afterwards, she wondered how she could have been foolish enough to leave a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day.
posted by 123454321 at 11:49 PM

When I was in the shower this morning, I thought: If we assume a Big Bang beginning of the universe, then every molecule, every atom, every proton, every electron, every quark, every wavelength, every vibration, every multi-dimensional string, every everything that makes up everything else shares an ineffable property of pre-Bang Oneness. Assuming that, then every everything is always moving in one of two directions: either away from that primordial state, or returning towards it. We feel these quantum movements. Moving away is experienced as loneliness, fear, anger and despair. Returning is experienced as one or more of the infinite variations and gradations of what we call love. Now, while some might say that equating the miracle of human feelings to the meandering of sub-atomic bric-a-brac robs them of their mystery, the truth is quite the opposite. Connecting our fundamental experience of life to the great mystery of existence ties us to the eternal within our every waking moment. We are not separate. We are made of the same stuff that existed at the beginning and will exist at the end. Therefore, the question we must each ask ourselves is simple: "In what direction am I moving today - towards oneness, or away from it?" When I was done reflecting on this, I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and, while glancing at the mirror, pondered a new thought: "I have a pretty nice ass, for a guy."
posted by 123454321 at 11:41 PM

Change By John Carter

I don't wanna bend
Cause it's easier to break
When living this and loving you
Are more than I can take

But I don't wanna go
Cause it's easier to stay
How long can I keep it up
Loving you this way?

Everything changes,
Nothing stays the same
How to rearrange this
With nobody to blame

I don't wanna waste my life
Chasing down a dream
In a world full of change
Where nothing's as it seems

I don't wanna run
When I'd rather stand my ground
But it seems that giving in
Is how I keep you around

And I don't wanna say
That I'm sorry when I'm not
But what am I to do
When you're everything I've got?

Everything changes,
Nothing stays the same
How to rearrange this
With nobody to blame

I don't wanna waste my life
Chasing down a dream
In a world full of change
Where nothing's as it seems...

posted by 123454321 at 9:23 PM

Sell yourself to me
Nothing comes for free
Take off your disguise
And make me recognize

Black and white, it's true
Present themselves to you
But grey is all you see
So sell yourself to me




posted by 123454321 at 7:35 AM