BLACKBIRD ON A CARDBOARD TOBOGGAN

Lol! I get a kick out of the "Meet Me" option. Kinda makes me fell like Pavlov's dog. (needless to say I don't have it)

One quick proviso. I don’t want you to waist your valuable time reading this if you are a jock or if you consider jocks the epitome of manhood. You will not find him here my darling. I am not that man. ( not withstanding I might snap most of them in half with my natural, god given brutish force ....Ha! I kid you)

Seriously!! On our date you would say Wow! Look at those ceiling tiles!! . Soooo.... geometric!. I would say “Isn’t it amazing how they coordinate with the floor......soooo... trianglular”!!!!! .......and so on....

All I’m saying it would be a night not to remember!!

However...dot, dot , dot...

For those few courageous souls..., for the strong, independent, ferociously intelligent, savagely beautiful ,and deliciously enigmatic women out there ,graceful gazelles in the wilderness of online dating lifting their heads,twitching delicate pointy ears to the heady sounds of knuckle dragging male gorillas squealing and grunting in the valley. Morning has come! The haze is lifting! A ray of honey dipped sunlight filters through the ominous canopy , drifting like a fine Irish lace across the hairy backed primates. Then, miraculously, a solitary gorilla's suddenly, ever so slowly, starts to stand upright, manlike, scratching his happy parts, and there is the faintest glimmer of ...dare I say ...intelligence in his eyes.. a miraculous evolutionary moment to which you have born witness .....

Please select your response below from Option 1 or Option 2

Option 1. Ok, who is the patronizing a....h.ole .. and maybe he should take a Pepsi moment and go ...f..... k himself ,

Option 2. What an dashing, sartorially attired, roguishly handsome, devilishly intelligent man.I must have his children.

Please submit your selection upon completion.

Note: Your Essays on “ Why Waterboarding On A First Date Is Not Appropriate “ are due Wednesday .

I indeed hope the world (and this rather Machiavellian site) are treating you like the absolute Goddess that you are!

You choose!

Anyone who makes a living charging you for helping you reach your potential, hasn't reached their potential.

Realizing there is nothing to compare yourself with should be a glorious moment. It means you are an original.

Beauty is better than truth. It is a sweet elixir and intoxicant. I would rather be bathed in beauty than endure the coarse wire scrub brush of truth.

Such a delectable array of choices life offers. Such a smorgasbord of goodies with it's mile long salad bar bursting with colourful fresh everythings!!! All that is required is an appetite

A small child enjoys a favourite blanket. An old man a favourite memory.

The longest and highest wall is not the one you build, but the one you imagine.

One can speak from no higher authority than one's self. First, however, one must have some acquaintance with this illustrious individual.

The truth isn’t out there. It was just a ruse to boost ticket sales.

The ever so virtuous highlighting of our fellow man’s ineptitude’s ,in subtle,albeit powerful ways harness the human soul.

The only lasting cruelty one perpetuates is on oneself.

He was homeless . He drank a bit. His old straw cowboy hat was tipped forward like a real cowboy , proudly shielding his bloodshot eyes from the sun. He had hawked his guitar so he could buy dinner. He still had his empty guitar case leaning on the city bench beside him where he sat. The case was the one thing he would never hawk. Inside there was nothing , other than a gift from a passerby. A bottle of Jack Daniels and ...possibly....hope.

Heart break, is the result of keeping that which is nearest and dearest to the heart at arms length.

There is a great deal of cheerful banter. A welcome salve for the hemorrhaging , blistering and scars and open weeping soresof those plagued with the need to question everything .

In a can of mixed nuts he always ate the cashews first because they are soft and sweet. He could have stopped mixed nuts but he feared it would rob him of his only feeling of conquest.

I have double locks on my doors. There is nothing to steal. I just don't want the robbers to know that.

The word atheist is a word that need never have been conceived. There is no need for the word, any more than a special word would be needed for…lets say…." Not liking having one's brains scooped

out of their skull like warm creamery butter". Simply stated, it is presumed that might be the case. we presume the obvious.

Don't be offended by anything the atheist says. Rather, take pity. He has devoted his entire life to (looking for)something he doesn't believe in.

Gathering impression is rather like collecting butterflies. They die the moment you capture them.

Graffiti is a visual razor blade slicing through melodrama and false sentimentality oof a completely sedated middle class. It is hemlock in the lemonade of social norms.

A solitary blue flower grows outside my window in a sea of bright green leaves and grey sunlight. Such rebellion! Such insistence on beauty! It is humbling (to me) and a heroism that goes largely unacknowledged .

Eloquence can easily mask deceit (Deceit is no match for eloquence) Harmony and rhymn can easily override an absence of objective truth. This is the secret sauce of all successful politician, grifters and cult leaders.

During the competition to see who could, between dinners of fish tartar and pinot Grigio demonstate the most moral indignation and outrage constituents languished for basic human necessities and a sense of dignity.

The ears enjoy a sweet parade of sound and harmonies and joyfully share that sweetness with the heart. Truth is just a bystander, a destitute and ragged onlooker sitting in the park, watching the parade go by.

When you get to the end of the rope make sure you leave enough for a noose. Not to use. Just as a comforting option.

During this time of exploding heads and people setting their hair on fire, the parade of moral indignation is starting to look more like a cheap traveling carnival than the evening news.

The art to defending any specious claim, is quite simply to sound imperious and at the same moment wise and consensual, even though, in point of fact, one is utterly out to lunch. (Kind of like that for example )

If grasping and accepting a concept requires such torturous straining of logic, necessitating endless arcane references, and, where, suddenly for some unexplained reason, poetic licence, no matter how ancient and respected the source, is suddenly proof of something, endless caveats, and scuttling of a swath of axioms and self evident truths, then one is forced to ask one's self, not even, regarding the truth of the concept, for it is not yet even at truth's doorstep, but, only if the concept is nothing more than a fragile apriori ideology whose seemingly intellectually muscular presentation is steroidal and without and core strength. And until such concept can be offered with some degree or elegance and organic resonance (ie better understood), and dare I say, simplicity , it will remain an mildly interesting intellectual artifact, an odd gizmo , titillating primarily to its owners and a few hangers on who wish desperately and with all their hearts to see themselves as thinkers .

A deeply evil man who has great mastery of words is more dangerous than the hydrogen bomb.

Realizing there is nothing to compare yourself with should be a glorious moment. It means you are an original.

Anyone who makes a living charging you for helping you reach your potential, hasn't reached their potential.

Indoctrination, the act of turning people into something they where not meant to be is necromancy. It is a dark art.

Beauty is better than truth. It is a sweet elixir and intoxicant. I would rather be bathed in beauty than endure the coarse wire scrub brush of truth.

I am less interested in what you do than what you say. I know you lie but your lies are so heartfelt I find myself convinced of you. Further to that, I have no use for what you do.

Beheading is the most humane form of execution. Severing the organ that transmits pain in a single instant from the organs that experience it. Ingenious !!

one need. only 'think" deeply on this rather terse statement, too feel its truth

The ancients knew intuitively that granit was a better repository and preserver of information than silicon and plastic .Clearly ,we are slow learners.

Like a horse with a bit in his mouth and blinders on , our solecistic educational system gently or aggressively points us in the direction it wants us to go, then with the sharpest spurs gouges our ribs to set us on a gallop towards the cliff and our destruction.

We fear the man who is his own authority and ridicule the man who is not. How then do we move forward.

If I could prevail upon you to say nothing, if you would do me that singular kindness, I could enjoy this wonderful sense I have of you , I could savour the sweet essence of you, for a few more blissful moments.

Of the vast spectrum of longing, that brilliant rainbow when and where all is seemingly exquisite and pristine, and when just beneath, there is a seething dry , odourless darkness to which there is no evidence of a door, no apparent exit. I have always believed we are indeed captives of ourselves rather than each other and most assuredly of any god.

Such a delectable array of choices life offers. Such a smorgasbord of goodies with it's mile long salad bar bursting with colourful fresh everythings!!! All that is required is an appetite.

A small child enjoys a favourite blanket. An old man a favourite memory.

I am tempted to love. I am tempted in love only to realize I no longer have it's language or it's posture.

The longest and highest wall is not the one you build, but the one you imagine.

After the desire to be loved, , To perish is the most cherished of human desires. Those who deny this lie. Or, they are in a hypnotic state. It can't be otherwise.

One can speak from no higher authority than one's self. First, however, one must know who that is.

Enjoying A half finished glass of brandy left after dinner, when one wakes, in the middle of the night is likEe turning to one's lover who is sleeping ,still rosy and flush and delicately swollen from making love earlier in the night, to make love to her, deeply and passionately again. So delicious. So sweet.

We are shadow boxers.There is no enemy .Of this I am doubtless.

I was no ability to draw whatsoever, least of all conclusions.

I can not dream and my wakefulness is fading quietly into itself . I am stranded, shipwrecked on the Isle of Perpetuity..

At the moment one is terminal , and the surgeons have left the operating room,

standing in the hall outside, peeling off their bloody rubber gloves and , betraying only the tiniest hint of personal failure regarding the death of their patient, quickly recover, and begin to jauntily talking about their summer homes and trophy wives, it would be comforting to think one's angels in all their simple beauty have come to discharge their celestial duties and to consult with one on what future options and adventures one would like to consider.

The "scientists"and those who believe in eugenics could best accomplish their end of improving humanities genetic pool, by submitting themselves as the ideal and first and only entrants . (specimens for extermination)( being it's first and only and last volunteers. (victims, entrees ..)

The "scientists" and those who believe in eugenics could best accomplish their goal of improving humanities genetic pools by submitting themselves as the ideal first and only specimens suitable for extermination.

The scientists and those who believe in eugenics should be the first to go.

( I would think this, in and of itself, would achieve the tidy outcome they envision)

The tidy outcome envisioned by eugenics scientists and their followers could be fully realized by making sure they where the first to go.

The great promise embodied by eugenics could best and completely be realized by making sure those who believe in it are the first to go. It is hard to imagine a more wholistic and complete sanitization of the human gene pool.

This is perfect solution to improving humanities gene pool. (Humanities gene pool would best be improved by deleting them from it)

There are those who seem to be less an expression of God's loving creative nature than of His flatulence.

The cool evening breeze is preferable to the glare of a hot afternoon sun. In more than one way I often sense my inner vampire.

Prayers, the supplication of small children and old fools, are like twinkling stars in the night that vanish unanswered like soap bubbles by daybreak. the break of day

Prayers, like blowing soap bubbles....boomerangs should be whispered with a cheerful heart.

Prayers, while a balm for the soul, are ice water (napalm) to the intellect. Belief and faith

are temporary carnival workers, irresponsible itinerates , hardly dependable placebos, falsely steeling the will, of the will, in realms of actual accomplishment.

I am weary now. My soul leaks out into the world through my eyes and pushes out through my skin, anxious and impatient with this old carcass. I have gathered up my cards, closed my accounts. I am overly friendly to people I do not know.One must say hello to everything. One must arrive in the moment unencumbered, sweetly broken and complete. An asian man dressed as a chicken plays drums on plastic buckets. He is meaning now. He is transcendence. I shall climb into his music. I embrace his madness. I am his madness. I drink his madness.

The most charming aspect of being Canadian is one doesn't need to be.

Asexuality means everything can be left to the imagination.

With you, hardly a minute goes by that doesn't feel like a day.

He argued that, to exist, a thing must occupy time and space. Virtually everything I care about doesn't.

Nothing that exists within time and space would matter without everything that does not.

The air was thick and sound seemed to stand still in it,

From time to time one needs to take a lover, if only to remind oneself of solitude's bliss. (of the excstasy of solitude)

I could draw myself up into a small room with a window and feel more joy than amongst many.

It is tiresome, the bleating and the inane . I will savour it

Save, periodic moments of guarded tenderness, and stringing words together like sequins on the cheap suit of day to day life, he felt catatonic.... emotionally speaking .

Poets write the worst novels imaginable. The sprinter on the one hundred yard dash is no competition on a one mile run for the long distance runner. But dear god, the great poet, like the sprinter, is so much more exciting.(fun to watch)

There are a thousand novelists for every great poet. And novelists are only great to the extent that they are poets.

Bells and whistles, and the little shiny bits where the only thing that held his attention. As though the meaning of a thing was secretly hidden in them, albeit in plain sight.

The drift

Popular culture is product made by idiots for idiots.(It is a moronic fait accompli) One feeds the other, like a dog , eating it's own shit. (The metaphor doesn't work, but I don't care. I get off on the imagery.)

The beauty of popular culture is that is made by idiots for idiots. There is one hundred percent consumption. There's is no waist. Great art on the other hands is appreciated by few.

When one gets tired of everything, and suicide seems like the most fun thing to do, meaning , seems to lift it's head, a budding rose with a fragrance , a sleeping ghost, wanting and waiting to be enjoyed.

In recovering that which has been lost and forgotten, the essence of that thing or person can be suddenly realized.

Peril and passion are the opposite views from the same window. Peril looking in. Passion looking out.

Notwithstanding,one's source code, thoughts, being none local materialism is a nonstarter.

He awoke, groggy . His eyelashes where stuck together with fairy cement. ....

In addition to the aliens that harvest my DNA, there is a far more insidious race of one legged aliens that surreptitiously harvest single socks from my dryer. So that, at work, I am driven to distraction, hurling murderous and jealous epithets atmy smartly (turned out) co-ordinated co-workers. Thus seeding division amongst humanity

Buggery is like flower arrangement. I am not sure in what way. I just like the juxtaposition.

Buggery is an opportunity to turns someone else ass into a salad bar.

Buggery is great because you get to turn someone else's ass into your own private party.

Buggery, along with it's rather distinct advantage of producing no mulling and puking infants, is a refreshingly elegant rear approach to social intercourse. (albeit from the rear)

When love dies, poetry is born.

Poetry blooms from the death of love.

The first Blow Job was probably more of a practical matter, initiated to relieve an overly(bloated and painful) plump nut sack. The entertainment part was understood at a later date so that women wandered around , gazing at the cavemen's crotchs, hoping to be of service.

The first blow job ever given (Going forward it most likely became a joyful/......

so that cave women would wander around, longingly, looking under their husbands loin cloths, hoping to be of service.

Obesity is a glorious expression of utter indifference to the puny pretentions and peccadilloes of social predjudices . and social predjudices, Fitness and its boring advocates. Want a little encouragement to slash your wrists. Spend some time with a fitness instructor.

and peccadilloes the slight offences....

I am reminded of this every time I talk to a fitness instructor and they start discussing push ups.

I may indeed want to fuck one of these little twerps so long as (they don't start talking about push ups half way through my orgasm)they shut the fuck up. Im selfish that way.

Neglect is an underrated virtue. A garden's true beauty is revealed when it is abandoned. When the weeds wrap themselves around the delicate tubers, the sweet smelling roses and the daffodils, when the dandilions stand tall with their long dangerous pointy spines anxious to make one bleed. This is the beauty of the garden. This is it's truth. Relationships are not better, and most likely the same.

Neglect is underrated.Neglect eventually reveals a garden's , and a childs ,true beauty.

Disgust is like dung laced fertilizer. It is a nutrient the brings change to blossom. It is the nutrient the nourish the blossom of change.

It is a nutrient, nourishing the blossom of change.

I love the alcohol marinated atheist. He may ruin a nice walk in the park of religious idiocy but in no way does he change the weather.

Women are not more......... than menIf men where the one's who had babies , instead of women, women would be opening doors for men, walking around commando, smoking cigars and approaching like they where in an ongoing cock rodeo.

Contrary to what one often hears, women are every bit as interested in and have a desire for casual sex as men. If men where the ones who bore children, women would walk around with no panties and view all of mankind as one big cock rodeo.

(and view all men as potential candidates for the ultimate cock rodeo.)

Long before I was hurdled like some teenager's spit ball, through the sweet and ever so warm and inviting birth canal I think it was unclear to those who are in the position to make such decisions(like a dive off a very high cliff into shallow water) whether I should enter the world feet or head first.(metaphorically speaking)

The advantage of marrying a pornstar is that there is no possiblily of infidelity. It would just be moonlighting.

The advantage of marrying a pornstar is that her inevitable infidelity could simply be viewed as moonlighting.

The upside of marrying a pornstar, beyond the obvious is that her (inevitable) eventual infidelity could be viewed as innocent moonlighting.

(God isn't really all that mysterious)

The mystery of God is not that mysterious. He knows abandonment and neglect are the perfect teachers.

Faschism sees perfectionism when it looks in the mirror. Faschism is perfectionism's evil twin.

Ugliness is rarely self aware.

When you blow out the candles on your ninety-ninth birthday there is no need to keep your wish a secret. No-body cares. They already know what your wish is. (Suspense isn't really why you are still around) Suspense is clearly not the reason you have kept showing up.

The very brilliant and the utterly stupid are most frequently bored. The average intelligence sees intrigue where this is none.

The only person that has ever walked the earth that is deserving of sainthood is Mr. Rogers. And even then it would have been an insulting and degrading recognition.

I know of no-one truly worthy of trust. Human nature , being what it is , is at best an emotional carnivore. It feeds on perceived weakness, a tree upon which trust is low hanging, fleshy fruit.

The universal failure of marriage as an institution suggests that it is antiquated and that it should be terminated as a social norm. What is needed is a series of customizable alternatives , all legal in their nature, designed to the specific needs and personalities, circumstances of people desirous of union, and also where procreation is treated as an exception rather than a rule (with the perk of) including and not limited to voluntary, handsomely remunerated castration.

Fast approaching the point of no return, it would be worthwhile asking oneself if what lies ahead is any better than what one is leaving.(Like a new lover or a better job, there may be hidden horrors) The latter is assumed however the non linear nature of progress may mean passing the point of no return is retrograde. A backwards progression.

(In light of your current behaviour )Given your current behaviour I (am awarding you, at least temporainously , with the rather dubious distinction of being the least of my concerns) have demoted you to the being the very least of my concerns. You (perhaps unwittingly have)- and for that I make some small allowance, however not enough to not have exceeded my bullshit threshold, quotaexceed my bullshit threshold. (quota) So for now, in my already small world of tea cups and crumpets and petty predudjudes you too are personal non-grata.

No amount of open hatred matches the horror brought about by counterfeit hypocritical expressions of love and acceptance cloaking deep predjudices , hypocracy and secret strategies for elimination. extermination. I fear the latter is what we now face. -are confronted with ) The proverbial wolves in sheeps clothing are the keepers of.....) Wolves are safeguarding the hen house. The cow is being fattened for slaughter.

If love is what binds people together then for me it was,similar to those fancy matching His and Hers towels, a rope with noose with His and Hers nooses on both ends. (his and hers). with (nooses on each end) two nooses, one at each end from which they both hang. I would rather not be bound by anything.

If love is what binds people together then for me it was a rope with a hangman's noose on both ends, like His and Hers bath towels.

Of all his squandered affections, none was so sorely regretted than that which he gave to

I love the atheist. The zeal with which he pisses on the parade of religious idiocy is matched only by his own profound irrationality and consequent idiocy. , and perhaps exceeded by its own embedded idiocy.

It was written in some book or the other that love is patient and kind. I see very little evidence of this. Quite to the contrary.

To ask for nothing while wanting everything is feminine imbroglio and confounding to the more rudimentary mind of the male species.

I am mindful of love but to it I am not obedient. It is quick to make a fool of a man and that , I must insist, is my job.

Nothing, save the rather effective tool of passive aggression,.... "Weaponized Silence" if you will, moves a man more closely to the brink of battery (distraction and madness),(for all the sweetness bound up in his heart he would not so even dream) so lacking is he in the finer and infinitely more lethal weapons of psychological warfare.

Dare I say, you are disappointed in the absence of passion in me. But I assure you I seethe with passion. You simply cannot see the forest for the ducks, my darling.

Age, like autumn leaves falling , just before winter has a kind of beauty, and at the same time, the sap dries up and an approaching pending barrenness, one can almost, but not quite, live with.

Lust, the delicious , sloppy desert life offers , becomes (fastidious)tidy and respectable as one ages. The wide sticky puddle on the sheets disappears. A couple of Kleenex tissues suffice. (and it's just like nothing happened)

There is an indictment with which humanity is unjustly burdened. (One could be specific to explain this, but in no way would that capture the essence and depth of the suspicion) So born in a cave, chained to a wall, in the darkness we know no better. A piece of dry bread then becomes humanity's heaven.

It's unlikely. I speak of nothing in particular. It just feels like the right attitude. (like the appropriate response to this absurdity. )

Mr Rogers was a Republican. That says it all. I have to die now.

Bitterness is the hidden side of anger. It hides because it is vulnerable.

Words are spirits. With carefully curation they show themselves to us. They speak directly to the heart.

It wasn't until I lost everything that I realized

how great it was having stuff.

Under a microscope the detritus of the human body hardly encourages lusty behaviour. Luckily we are impressionistic creatures. We see very little, and even then we see what we wish to see. (or what we imagine that we see)

There is no great wisdom to be gained as a result of age.. Children frequently confound the aged with their instinctive understanding of things.

The rather frosty reception was mutually felt and hardly regrettable. There had been enough time, enough water that had passed under the bridge that they where comfortable

in their mutual and cordial indifference.

He would lie in wait, like a coiled rattlesnake during most social interaction. Buried in the laughter and guffawing where the sound of his tail rattling. He was always prepared to strike!

Your dilemma is akin to the inclination to swat flies with one's hands. Either way you loose.

His white knuckled and tenuous belief in irrational efficacy of faith

There is no-one quite so tedious as the one who insists on the efficacy of faith.

From what little I know of you such is sufficient.

I am merely excusing myself from the conversation. It is less likely than it is likely that we are in agreement. I will leave that up to what appears to be your rather colourful and intransigent imagination.

My opinion is of less importance than yours. Your opinions seem magical and potentially lethal.

The likelihood of love being re-ignited is

entirely unlikely without the kindling of near insistent tenderness fanned by a the warmest off shore breeze of utter and complete amnesia.

The likelihood of love. being re-ignited is entirely unlikely unless rekindled with new and near insistent (kindling of near insistent tenderness ) fanned by a strong warm off shore breeze of utter and complete amnesia. tenderness and fanned with amnesia.

Love is re-ignited only with a good supply of dry kindling vigorously fanned by a strong, warm off shore breeze (gust)of amnesia.

On the rarest of occasion when debate changes anyones mind about anything it is because people involved are on the clock, and it is a point of business or law. Someone wins, someone looses , or someone dies. Otherwise no-one is convinced of anything that challenges their most sacred and coddled prejudices.

Any portrait of worth is a portrait of the heart, irregardless of the face described.

The only portrait of worth is of the heart.

I describe the heart. It is a still life. It is a threshold, through which things pass. It does not change. It realizes everything.

The heart is a threshold though which events come and go. It only bears witness to that which is neither good nor bad.

The heart is a threshold through which events pass.

The heart is the sponge of our existence.

Nobody is chosen. We, each of us, decide for ourselves who we will be.

Everything anyone thought the learned, they already always knew. It is not so much "what" one learns, it is "that"one learns that is consequential.

Doubt gives wings to expression. Like a plane, it is the resistance that gives an idea flight.

The absence of doubt is the absence of beauty.

The man who authorized the murder of millions seems so normal, so banal with his thick spectacles and calm demeanour.(Why is this aways such a constant source of surprise) This is exactly the point.

The essence of things, like eau du cologne

is obvious and at the same time invisible.

When all else fails, bail!!

The wind was at his back, but the sun was in his face, consequently he never knew where he was going , but he sure got there fast.

The crucible of man is other men. It is a feedback loop.

Blood and soil. A very nice gardening strategy. Every fall they harvest a nice crop of hatred. An idea they might consider, for a change, is using their own children's blood to nourish and moisten the soil , instead of mine.

Maybe each and every human being is the beginning, the seed of a future universe. Maybe our consciousness is an embryo, and like a the seed of a Sequoia tree. will expand and grow trillions of times so as to eventually create and embrace lovingly and administer with perfect wisdom a vast new autonomous universe that is populated with trillions upon trillions of new seedling consciousness's who will eventually do the same.

While every kindness may not necessarily returned, (even more so)it still best ennobles the heart of origin. Why consult with hired hands when I own the ranch.

The only prayer I make is to myself. Why consult with hired hands when I own the ranch.

I can no longer look beyond myself with prayer and supplication. Why would I so limit possibilities.

Piety is like rat poison. It kills rats

Piety is poison

While one teaspoon full of piety is not lethal, disolved into a cup of sound reason a perfectly intelligent person can be made to speak gibberish.

While in a perpetual state of disarray , there was an underlying order to things. What appeared to be random, often was, but random according to a subtle underlying rational. (like perennial flowers, deeply rooted regardless of how chaotic they may seem while in full bloom. )

I cannot accept your sadness lest I relinquish mine. This is the essence of selfishness.

The likelihood of love

He had a tidy, simple little mind. Neatness was his principal preoccupation.

His future was assured, rather like the pair of turkeys the farmer fattens up for Thanksgiving dinner, lovingly named Peas and Carrots.

His breath was rancid. Roses wilted in his presence.

You have only to seek out another's blessings to devour yourself with an incalculable smallness of person. Another's blessing is worthless to the self defined and fully realized.

Marriage is not and never was a sacred institution. It is a business and inheritance contract. People should feel free to leave it anytime they feel the need to grow beyond it.

Permanence. An odd concept for which there is no molecular evidence and that has no footing in reality.

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