flutterbycat (flutterbycat) wrote in culture_sluts,
flutterbycat
flutterbycat
culture_sluts

Some kind of beauty touched down, was shot down

"Everything that still matters. The "you and me forever"s that broke within a week. " - Emma Pearse

"Love and its atrocious apartments
its spooky traps
and scowling girls" from Adverbs

THE L WORD
"Talking,
laughing,
Loving,
Breathing,
Fighting,
Fucking,
Crying,
Drinking,
Waiting,
Writing,
Winning,
Losing,
Cheating,
Kissing,
Thinking,
Dreaming..
It's The Way That We Live,
And Love ..."

"Art should provide more questions then answers"-Marilyn Manson.

"All stereotypes turn out to be true. This is a horrifying thing about life. All those things you fought against as a youth: you begin to realize they"re stereotypes because they"re true.”-David Cronenberg.

"So
there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary.
She was sitting there
and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
and they started just falling
thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry” and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her
and he says
“We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4" Unsure of source?

He [Aureliano II ] had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
One Hundred Years of Solitude
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
  • 0 comments