“When you adopt the standards and the values of someone else … you surrender your own integrity. You become, to the extent of your surrender, less of a human being.” Eleanor Roosevelt
Isn’t the ‘otherness’ a big part of the attraction?
Yet this is the day to surrender to something larger? No. Perhaps.
Everyday is an opportunity to turn it around.
I seduced her with language. And now I must live in the sheets. On a bed of bewitchment.
My task was to reconstruct myself through the prism of your consciousness. If I gave myself good press, it was because of those words you said to me.
Words are never ‘only words’; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.
This is not a poem. Not even a monologue but a commodity adding value to the price of WordPress. Your guts, intimacies on a copper scale for shares. But the service is free and I shall stay to–
prove my craven addiction to mental stimulation, the essential nature of mental masturbation is such that-
it destroys a man’s desire to do real and permanent good.
No capacity for kindness.
Only involution and meta-moves on a chessboard of just relative positions.
The fewer words the better.