And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,
I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.
because it’s not socially acceptable to chill in my living room in my girl underwear
i chill in my living room in my boy underwear
Did someone say chillin’ in underwear?!?!
That glass would go great with this bottle of wine!
fuck glasses let’s get bUCK IN HEEEEERE
WOAH HEY GIVE A GIRL SOME WARNING
damn i feel classy as FUCK
WOW WINE TASTES AWESOME IN A SOLO CUP
OH JOLLY GOOD
ARE WE BEST FRIENDS YET?
Did I just witness an Internet friendship being born
I don’t know what we just witnessed, but it was beautiful.
Drinking beer out of graduated cylinders with sherlock shirts on.
We’re best friends now.
Thumbs up for friendshiiiiip
There’s a moment, after working on something for so long, when you start to doubt it.
You could be a writer working on a novel or an artist doodling on a napkin, and somewhere between when your finger hits the first key or your pen hits the fabric and when you’ve got yourself a final piece…
This adventure is made possible by generations of searchers strictly adhering to a simple set of rules; test ideas by experiment and observation, build on those ideas that past the test, reject the ones that fail. Follow the evidence wherever it leads, and question.. everything. Accept these terms, and the cosmos is yours..
There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.