Rings of Smoke

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nothingness-2

Posted on | December 9, 2009 | Comments Off

things should be in their right place. a man in a white shirt and black trousers looks respectable. the same man in a black shirt and white trousers looks like a pimp. it is important.

we survive on paper thin veneers of respectability. its like varnish, when it is new and shiny, people can smell it, and scoff at it.when it is old, its brash glaze is gone, and people mistake its lazy sedateness for sobriety.

why blame the pimp? so long as there are people prepared to take pleasure in the sight of people falling in gutters, there will always be those ready to offer a push.

a conscience is a like a savage animal, ever ready to turn its face on you, to jump on your neck.

when you are in love, morality is suppressed. its not like its moral or immoral…its simply amoral. the pun is totally unintended.

in as much as it applies to us, i therefore, pass no judgment on me for still being able to close my eyes and see you face…to lie awake in the darkness and hear your voice…to taste the taste of chocolates on my tongue when i am cold. because people and the choices they make are immaterial in love. the motivations count.

it is far more difficult to let go, in love, than it is to fight for it. the coward is in the end the braver one for in his loss is his victory. over himself. he who won a pyrrhic victory won his loss.

everything else is a lie.

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