"Maybe you were curt and somewhat distant, but not snippy."
He was the kind of dog where you knew that there wasn’t much activity going on in his brain, just little twitches and flickering existing within a good-natured sphere of perplexity and instinct and appetite.
Color moved me and moved inside me. it moved in a flowing kind of way. Words did not have color, but people did. Their faces did. Their hands did. A smile was color. A bare forearm was color. The lawn had color. The sky had color. It was what I noticed. Sounds were distant. My sense of touch seemed remote. But color stood out. The pool, below me, had color. The wind, somehow, had color. It all felt new. It was seeing, and the sighs were passing directly into me and filling me. There was a drifting feeling. There was a sense of fullness. But what kind of fullness? Something had been crowded out.
(from the author of the above quotes, Jeremy Jackson, in his bio: "I quit that job and started being a writer full time, which was very much like being a writer part time except that it took a lot more time and I felt much more guilty when I didn't write anything.")
I wish I could be more like her and not think about annoying things like the meaning of life or human relations.
My only choice was to soar above him and then look down and pour scorn--since it was unlikely that I'd be able to lay my hands on any boiling tar and feathers.
"I wish I was going someplace. I wish you were going someplace. We could go together."
..Even if they have the waistline of a hippopotamus, the manners of a chimpanzee, and the sexual predilections of the Marquis de Sade, are never at a loss for a date. Because they have something that ever man and women on the face of the earth wants--they have power. Now, I don't know if its true that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, but I do know from my peregrinations in politics and entrapment that power gets you laid any night of the week and absolute power gets you laid in any animal, vegetable, or mineral fashion you chose. Any night of the week. By anyone you care to shake a business card at. And I don't think that is just an L.A. thing either. I think it's a universal, harking back to those days when we had more body hair than Bliss Spa could handle, early primate-type instinct. And it can't easily be overturned one Saturday morning in January. --> Hey, what's wrong with Mr. Sade's predilections!
http://tinyurl.com/2cyqe -> I want this so bad I'd be willing to do things usually unmentionable for it. Delivery of unmentionables upon receipt of item.
1). Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...).
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 d a i m o n e s 4+1+9+13+15+14+5+19
2). Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
3). Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together.
8, and 8.
4). Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
8th post = http://www.livejournal.com/users/daimones/1948.html
5). Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
8th word = much
6). Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page.
7). Post the results for us all to see. Ya big freak.
Innit it sexy?
Oh. And if anyone has an 8 port router/switch they'd like to donate to me, I'd like that too. :)