By that she means fully erect. Condom-ready.
But I don't want to go back. Not yet.Just because.Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he sa...
Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.
Biz televizyon izleyerek, milyonerler, sinema tanrıları, rock yıldızları olacağımıza inanarak büyüdük ama olamayacağız...Hepimiz heba oluyoruz...Bütün bir nesil benzin pompalıyor, garsonluk yapıyor ya...
Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.
Because the only frontier left is the world of intangibles, ideas, stories, music, art.Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Artificial over-stimulation seemed like the perfect way to stifle a generation of young people who wanted more and more from a world where less and less was available. Whether the victims were men or...
Artificial over stimulations seemed like the perfect way to stifle a generation of young people who wanted more and more from a world where less and less was available.
Anytime some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent and rubs your nose in the fact you're a failure at the only dream you ever had, take another drink.
Anything pretty,' Claire will tell you, 'it's only for sale because no one wants it.
Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.
Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
And, it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everyone.
And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.
Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.
All of these stars, the most powerful actors in film, they were all gone in an instant.
All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.
All I want is somebody to ask me what happened. Then, I’ll get on with my life.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.
A moment is all you can expect from perfection.