For as long as it is a man’s world, women will hate women.
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Kerouac.
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Egypt, June 2006.
It’s amazing how pleasing a cup can be. Some insist, with milk. Wouldn’t mind having one with one before bed tonight.
I won’t go into how I just had this thought a few moments ago, but I will write it out here.
To me, as a man, for me personally, the best feeling to have right before you sleep, is the feeling you/I get when I kiss a girl once, on either cheek, or forehead. Once, and solely at either of those places. I’m not sure if it’s the romanticism or symbollic gesture behind it. I really don’t know. Reason here, is neither required nor relevant.
And when I say girl, for me, for this, I am referring to either my little sisters or my (future) partner, wife. Maybe once I have a son, I’d include him as an option as I am having this view and writing it now, based on the position in life I am in now.
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*The above was written not too long ago. Ironically, in reference to its opening, I myself have forgoten ‘how’ I came about this thought.
When pleasure is layed upon, find yourself seeking pain.
A week ahead without such privilege will be easy. I imagine.
Sorry. For the dog & bone time that seems to keep us up for hours on end.
‘Kiss me again.’
At least Monday is not that long of a time to come if compared to Tuesday.
In my line of work, ‘work’, what I do, seem to be doing, the one other thing besides cynics that might rip you apart from hope and change, is being nostalgic about it. And that is when you need the world by your side to go limp and surrender to. Because all that comes out from your mouth, is,
fck..
Sigh.