I am in here.
Tomorrow, my love shall come home for lunch and take me out driving, park carefully, open the door, and waltz me into… the dentist’s office. I am going in for a Cleaning, a big one. Not the one you usually get at the dentist’s office. This one, they sedate me and really dig down into … Continue reading Tomorrow, the romance…
O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie, gimme a break before I die: grant me wisdom, will, & wit, purity, probity, pluck, & grit. Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind, gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind, and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice — these little blessings would suffice to beget an earthly paradise: make the bad … Continue reading O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie
Here’s a link about finding the house where Truman Capote lived when he wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
My life is spent in a perpetual alternation between two rhythms, the rhythm of attracting people for fear I may be lonely and the rhythm of trying to get rid of them because I know that I am bored. — Cyril Edwin Mitchinson Joad
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