As a child, you were delighted when you learned to pee standing up all by yourself. WOW. Big accomplishment, to be sure. Of course, aim wasn’t as momentous as repainting the bathroom with Martha Stewart’s line of “Spring Your’Eyen. Growing up, discovering morning erections were, at first, scary, I’m sure. A former pee machine was […]
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many […]
What sick, twisted fucktard came up with this nugget of bullshit? All things grow with love, my ass. Children that grow up in dysfunctional homes, when not waging war on high schools, grow up to be tormented artists or bankers. Animals left for dead in dumpsters and/or beaten to near death, find unconditional love with […]
I have a love/hate relationship with this cliché. If love wasn’t blind, who would bother falling?! Conversely, I wonder if this cliché shouldn’t be, “Love is deaf, blind and mute“, evidenced by the quantity of shitlationships so many of us have had. And, because some of the best relationships maintained their longevity because each turned a blind eye. […]
The other day, I asked God for a face-to-face. He was only too happy to oblige. He’s such a mensch, that God. Considering it had been a while, I decided to kick off the occasion with an earthy Cabernet. He wanted Pinot, I suggested that he turn the Cabernet into Pinot, so he did. Easy […]
Knowing that she had annihilated two hearts caused her bloodcurdling pain. She couldn’t mend them. She could listen. She could learn. She could apologize. She could be supportive. But, she couldn’t eradicate the ferocity of their pain. The two hearts she broke were dearer to her than breathing. She caused permanent damage. She felt […]
From the research I did, there is no evidence to substantiate this claim, “Madder than a wet hen”. Just out of curiosity, when a hen is mad, how would you know? I’ve been in the country. I’ve been to farms. I’ve seen hens in their “natural” habitat, and, yet, I’ve never heard a hen say “Fuck […]