“I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.”—
I might have an actual job. a career rather. hell no am I settling for a minimum wage back breaking job. I know I’m more than that.
might be looking too far ahead but I’m so ready to pull the motor on the x73. tranny n all the goods have been located. I might just slide it with the factory motor for now. I’m gonna take a welding class. new paint and shit gonna come soon. oh ya that blue car I have is back to its factory state
So I was driving back to my house last week listening to New Found Glory. It was sunny out in Massachusetts (for once) so of course the pop punk playlist comes out to play. One of my favorite songs from this band is Dressed To Kill and have always wanted to do my own version of it… And so I got home and recorded it in my basement. Added some mandolin and lap steel for dramatic effect, and now I give you Dressed To Kill. Enjoy.
Heard this the other day at FBR’s office. It’s so rad… I really love all the harmonies.
taking certification exam
selling parts off the tc
stopped drinking so much
healthy foods on and off
almost sold the x7
almost traded for an mx5
almost bought a w58 for the cressida
busted the oil pan a week after i changed oil
painted it black(brownish)
spent $150 socom 4 and playstation move
watched battle: LA drunk and loved it
sister came home but caused too much drama within the first 48 hrs
realized how long and grimy my hair has gotten
replaced my iphone twice already
almost fubar’d the crossmember on the x7
blogged on here more than a few words or a photo.
ps. kids need to start doing something cool with their cars. im tired of seeing the cookie cutter “stanced” “flushed” whatever the fucks out there. endrant. RWD fitments on FWD cars? OVERFENDERS ON A MODERN MAZDA???? CMON. your shit looks gay.