i guess i am a prophet... i'm not big on animal print, but what, 2 days after i post an animal print skirt this hideously ugly and fantastically tacky cheetah print dress walks into my life? oh, and thats tassely (the leather jacket) on the left, the child of the three girls in this photo.now for some nice writing for you:
waiting for godot
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you?tom stoppard (it was going to just be the real thing but one: i can't find a copy of the script online and two: he says a lot of great stuff)
But that is not the question. Why are we here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come.
Words... They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more... I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.there was this one really, really beautiful monologue but i can't find it wahhh. i should go write my reviews. i have to work tomorrow... with none of my friend employees. gross. but money, which i need, is not gross. yes!
Success in life is to maintain this ecstasy, to burn always with this hard gemlike flame.
lots of love,
b.
