Whatever floats your boat or finds your lost remote / and this is for the niggers working at the airport / who got laid off / I take my shades off / if you look straight it my eyes, you still might see a disguise/ 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down.

OutKast,
The Whole World
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in a town so small, there's no escaping you. in a town so small, there's no escape from view. in a town so small, there's nothing left to do.

belle and sebastien,
dirty dream number two.
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She was old old old. She said she'd die one day. But, see, how did she make the food hot? And how are you supposed to know what should be hot and what shouldn't? 'Cos sometimes we had ham. And sometimes we had bacon. Hot. And when you buy it, they don't tell you which one is which. I thought they would. I've been buying it, but I don't know what to do with it. What about lettuce and cabbage? What about hot chicken and cold chicken? And I'm sure we had cold potatoes once, but they're not like the other potatoes that you buy in the shop. They were horrible, the ones I bought. I think I bought hot ones by mistake, but they were cold hot ones. I get muddled. I got muddled when I ate them, and now I get muddled when I buy them. I feel very muddled,

It is the act of reading itself I miss, the oppurtunity to retreat further and further from the world until I have found some space, some air that isn't stale, that hasn't been breathed by my family a thousand times already.... And when I've finished it I will start another one, and that might be even bigger, and then another, and I will be able to keep extending my house until it becomes a mansion, full of rooms where they can't find me.

You can't win an argument with an atheist, they have logic on their side.

John Coffee
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