ME-YOU
I can't be held accountable for what I say or do
I have an older (cloned) sister
I thrive on mindless destruction and contrived decadence
I love to fly but it takes somebody crazier than I am and he/she is hard to find
You know me better than I know myself
posted by Yasmean at 5:57 pm
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Question — I go [out] with a boy who is so very confusing. Last Wednesday night I refused to kiss him good-night, and he became very angry. For nearly ten minutes he screamed at the top of his voice. Then suddenly he hit me full in the mouth with his fist. Yet, he says he loves me. What am I to think???
Answer — Remember, dearie. No one is perfect. Love is strange and beautiful. Ardor is to be admired. Have you tried kissing him?
He clearly isn't A Holden. Keep looking for A Holden.
In 1982, when the Israeli military was shelling southern Lebanon, I had a memorable encounter with Kalil Aberzad, the proprietor of a sandwich cart in southern Beirut. I used to buy roast-beef sandwiches from Kalil, and considered him a friend. On the day I last saw Kalil, everything on the street he had called home had been laid to ruin, including his cart, which he claimed had been obliterated in a direct hit by an Israeli missile. I was skeptical the Israeli military would target a sandwich cart, but it was true that the bombs had buried the quiet corners of Kalil's neighborhood beneath a dusty landscape of scattered concrete, twisted iron, and shattered glass.
As I made my way through the rubble, Kalil ran up to me, his shirt in rags, his hair a mess, and his skin stained with dirty sweat and blood. He grabbed my lapel and cried, "Mr. Friedman! How can we live if a country can rain bombs down on us like this? You tell me that, Mr. Friedman! You who know so much! What in God's name are we to do?"
Moving to Laguna Beach:
Like a lot of other guys, I often think this would be the answer. Nice cottage, within walking distance of the ocean. Maybe a hammock, a grill, and a close-by electrical outlet for the blender? Sailboat in the marina for when you want to be alone?
You gotta admit, it sounds pretty nice.
The whole of world history demonstrates that the peoples who created empires have always suffered spiritually as a result. The aims of a great empire and the moral health of the people are incompatible. We should not presume to invent international tasks and bear the cost of them so long as our people is in such moral disarray and we consider ourselves to be its sons.
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