in 2005, I quit my job because my boss was dishonest. I could not work under such conditions
in 2006, I killed a cat with my car. I was deeply saddened but I was glad it wasn't a human, because cats are not as important as humans
in 2007, I played ultimate frisbee for hours every single day. I was in the best shape of my life. To get back to that health level, I would have to train extensively. Though it is not one of my immediate goals, I do intend to best myself before age limits my abilities
in 2008, I lost my shirt playing the stock market. I learned a valuable lesson: sometimes even spreading your seeds cannot prevent famine.
in 2009, I ran around my college campus naked at night. I was detained by the police, but since our school is a liberal arts school, after some discussion about this being an example of free expression, I was let off with 30 hours of community service
in 2010, I will be entering into ******** as a first year med student. I will be meek and poor, but I will eat sh*t and get hazed daily if it means that I amount to something the university is willing to hand a diploma to
in 2011, i will be convicted of 11 counts of perjury. I will not have any excuse for the matter, and plead insanity. It will not work because I am too smart to be insane.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
"Sometimes, too, as Eve was created from a rib of Adam, a woman would be born during my sleep from some strain in the position of my thighs. Conceived from the pleasure I was on the point of consummating, she it was, I imagined, who offered me that pleasure. My body, conscious that its own warmth was permeating hers, would strive to become one with her, and I would awake. The res of humanity seemed very remote in comparison with this woman whose company I had left but a moment ago my cheek was still warn from her kiss, mu body ached beneath the weight of hers.If, as would sometimes happen, she had the features of some woman whom I had known in waking hours, I would abandon myself altogether to the sole quest of her, like people who set out on a journey to see with their eyes some city of desire, and imagine that one can taste in reality what has charmed one's fancy. And then, gradually, the memory of her would dissolve and vanish, until I had forgotten the girl of my dream."
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