To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day; Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow...
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response
My triggers High fever. Passionate teachers lecturing. Live theatre & some live music. Watching my Husband type. Having a life-changing epiphany. When something is too beautiful for me to handle. It can be a thought, music, a sunset, anything that invokes that special feeling that you’re experiencing a certain moment and realizing that you won’t ever be in that exact moment...
if I lie down, would you lie down?
We’re just temporary souls in a common tractor Scraping out the mold from an old reactor Come on pretty baby, won’t you take a taste with me Just around the corner we can find some action What the fuck you doing with the fake reaction When all I want to know is will you take a taste with me If I lie down, would you lie down? I’ll just wipe the glittered glow off your mouth...
On the white throat of the useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning breath, I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion, And gathered them close in a grip of death; For why should I fan, or feed with fuel, A love that showed me but blank despair? So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel — I meant to strangle it then and there! I thought it was dead. But with no warning, It...
Awesomest thing ever →
Conan + Andrew W.K. = Eyegasm :)