Porcelain Elephants

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What is the nature of the guilt your teachers call his Original Sin? What are the evils man acquired when he fell from a state they consider perfection? Their myth declares that he ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge—he acquired a mind and became a rational being. It was the knowledge of good and evil—he became a moral being. He was sentenced to earn his bread by his labor—he became a productive being. He was sentenced to experience desire—he acquired the capacity of sexual enjoyment. The evils for which they damn him are reason, morality, creativeness and joy—all the cardinal values of his existence. It is not his vices that their myth of man’s fall is designed to explain and condemn, it is not his errors that they hold as his guilt, but his essence of nature as man. Whatever he was—that robot in the Garden of Eden, who existed without mind, without values, without labor, without love - he was not man.
Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)

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ewokk:

kissing is great

but wow when you get to kiss someone you have feelings for and you’ve wanted to kiss them for the longest time and you get to stroke their face and you’re so aware of their body and how nice their lips feel

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Drinking to forget your eyes
filled to overflowing with understanding
and compassion and love and
need, yes need, need for me
like nothing and no one has ever
needed me
before
so I’m drinking
to forget

Drinking to forget your smile
exploding from the darkness
like the sunrise after a night
of dark and troubling dreams
a beacon of such pure, unfiltered joy
it caused my heart to
skip
so I’m drinking
to forget

Drinking to forget your smell
that held home and family
and forever like a cloud
floating, material, in the air
the essence of forever
that I prayed for but couldn’t
touch
so I’m drinking
to forget

Drinking to forget your name
that spilled with giggles from my lips
when I held you in my arms
and promised you I’d be there
forever and that nothing
no earthquake or avalanche
no hurricane or fire or flood
could ever take me
away

so I’m drinking
to forget

Drinking to forget your life
because it’s been torn from mine
like freedom, like water
and you’re lost to me
treasure buried, so deeply
and so goddamn far
away
so I’m drinking
to forget

drinking to forget
you
my baby, my love
I’ve got nothing left
to lose
so I’m drinking
to forget

Max Mundan, Drinking to Forget

© David Rutter 2014

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God is Mute

My sheets smell like
You and memories
Of how things grew
Before setting things
Down on the table.

And God isn’t saying
Anything about what
I should do because
He is mute to people
Who don’t believe.

So here I am and
There we were,
When you smelled like
You, and the sheets
Were holding us tight

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