it’s the sound of small talk between two plastic people — the whole interaction makes my entire body wince… it’s the champagne laughs that accompany the cell phone photo library show-and-tell-a-thon — it’s like rainbow sprinkles in my overhearer’s ear
You m*********** you kicked my a** this morning. Listen. I know you don't want to hear anything religious and I don't blame you. It's 99.44100% b*******. But listen what Jesus said, I think this is about what you're talking about. Jesus said "If you want to be my disciple you must, by comparison, hate everyone else... your father and your mother, wife, and children, brothers and sisters. Yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you can not be my disciple." Sit on that for a while. I really love your stuff Franco. It's great.
Well said. The title is perfect, mate. I feel that way a lot. Social graces create a barrier between us and the real.
Yes, exactly -as if the entire world is auditioning for another f'd up reality tv show. Very well said
You m*********** you kicked my a** this morning. Listen. I know you don't want to hear anything religious and I don't blame you. It's 99.44100% b*******. But listen what Jesus said, I think this is about what you're talking about. Jesus said "If you want to be my disciple you must, by comparison, hate everyone else... your father and your mother, wife, and children, brothers and sisters. Yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you can not be my disciple." Sit on that for a while. I really love your stuff Franco. It's great.
I remember once I sat near the top of a mountain and counted the amount of times someone would say "That's beautiful," and move on.
With the mechanical precision and timing of a Swiss clock.