The overture to more exciting lascivious behavior.
Often I've wondered what it would be like to kiss you.
What would your lips taste like?
Could they possibly be as sweat as your disposition?
Could they ever be as warm as your heart?
Would your kisses be short and precious, like the moments we share?
Or would they passionately linger through time, like how my love lingers for you?
Oh how I've wondered!
Oh how I've yearned!
To just once hug your lips with my own.
A timed multiple choice exam - which most people end up failing.
"Life is a bitch, and then..."
A fishbowl for guppies. The real sharks get to stay in the ocean, and never fall into the mariners' nets. They instead run for elected office and make fortunes on Wall Street. Never do the big fish see the inside of an aquarium.
"The vilest deeds like poison weeds
Bloom well in prison air:
It is only what is good in man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate
And the Warder in Despair."
Oscar Wilde
The most un-sturdy and uncertain vessel to navigate through any ocean of the heart. While the warm winds of prevailing love and romance blow favorably through its sails, this un-seaworthy vessel steers ahead with pride and promise. But upon hitting rough and stormy weather, too often the relationSHIP flounders and sinks.
If you've yet to experience a relationship, then an example will do little to help you understand.
1. A collegiate organization for women who either subscribe to the ideals of fascism - specifically the belief that ordered communities of learning should be structured along arbitrary social lines of division which should then be distinguished from one another by the letters of an extinct alphabet and further reinforced by secret ceremonies and pledges of allegiance to their clan - or for women who just want to get drunk and screw around a lot.
2. A community of college age women who are united in their passionate thirst to shop, especially when it comes to buying themselves friends.
Although the above definitions do not apply to any sorority in particular, I believe they nonetheless characterize the spirit of most sororities currently active in United States academia.
The “Prince of Peace” in whose name countless have been slaughtered.
Jesus Christ: the poem.
Jesus.
The savior.
The light of the world.
The big cheese up in the sky.
Who was nailed to a cross, so we wouldn’t die.
An institute of learning, designed to serve as a hindrance to one's higher education. To this day I maintain that the smartest thing I ever did in college, was drop out.
The experience of a former student of DePaul University.
