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271 days ago

"Life is an art, each and everyone an artist. Each step a brushstroke, Every whim an audition. Men pass by one another day by day to offer tricks of the trade. Gestures, Postures, Profiles One could go blind, In light of such talent . To remain irreverent, A catastrophe of being." -David Grant, '07

The Finer Things

284 days ago

"Come in here, dear boy. Have a cigar. You're gonna go far." -Pink Floyd "The cigar habit. It's one of the major happinesses. And so much more lasting than love, so much less costly in emotional wear and tear." -Aldous Huxley, Time Must Have A Stop "If there are no cigars in heaven, I shall not go." -Mark Twain

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350 days ago

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Cellar Door

490 days ago

I have realized with desolate disgust and despair the degree of my degradation, of my damnation...I hug desperately at my hideous perverse pride in my own frightful fate... The loss of my virtue, independence and self-respect is demanded by my loyalty. It's a paradox... Unless I'm lying to myself, I know well enough what he expects from me. My degradation proves my devotion.

Lust

517 days ago

The golden bait, barbed with infinite pain, fatal, fanatical mate of a poisoned body and brain. A name that leers its lecherous longing and knavery, whispers in crazing ears the secret spell of her slavery. Horror indeed intense, seduction ever intenser, swinging the smoke of sense from the bowl of a smouldering censer. Behind me, behind and above she stands, that mirror of love. Her fingers are supple-jointed; her nails are polished and pointed, and tipped with spurs of gold: with them she rowels the brain. Her lust is critical, cold; and her cheeks are pale, as she daintily picks, profane with her lips, and the teeth jagged and black beneath, pulp and blood from a nail. Dragon of lure and dread, tiger of fury and lust, the quick in chains to the dead, the slime alive in the dust, brazen shame like a flame, an orgy of pregnant pollution with hate beyond aim or name-orgasm, death, dissolution! Know you now why her eyes so fearfully glaze, beholding terrors of infamies like filthy ...