Two romantic meditations for the day:
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TWO-VOLUME NOVEL
The sun’s gone dim,
and The moon’s turned black;
For I loved him,
and He didn’t love back.
vs.
INVENTORY
Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.
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we salute the great mrs parker on this most heinous of capitalism-inspired holidays.
love, chickfactor.
Men
They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They’ll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They’d make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They’d alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.
– Dorothy Parker
I didn’t know Stephen Duffy stole that “sock in the eye” line for “Kiss Me”. “Talent Borrows, Genius Steals” as someone else once said.