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I consider a house without books or a piano to be unfurnished.
assimilated. So it was
Nobody cared about Oma Kristel, about the way she had tried to keep herself attractive long after Youth had packed its bags and moved out of the aging tenement, about the way she always had some little gift for me, a sample bottle of unsuitable scent or a brooch made of sparkly paste.
The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.
Wounded, not lost.
I'm afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.
There is no delight in owning anything unshared.
Life has left no marks on him, because he hasn't paid much attention to it.
I poked at the white paper bag. There was nothing left inside. Just like me: a clean crisp outside and nothing at all on the inside.
No one's noticed. So much is destroyed, we can't be bothered.
Wounded
A bruise is tender
but does not last,
it leaves me as
I always was.
But a wound I take
much more to heart,
for a scar will always
leave its mark.
And if you should ask me
which you are,
my answer is -
you are a scar.
He's completely unspoiled by failure.
Discombobulated.
He had always disliked what he could easily have; he had a passion for the untouched.
Nature, in her untamed state, is savage and unrelenting.
Some stains are left unwashed.
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
gone, you see, yet finding
A cut scarred where a caress faded away.
Innocence is always the state of being untouched. Sometimes it's synonymous with virginity, so sometimes it's quite literal, but sometimes it's more of a mental state of being untouched, of not having seen a lot of the world.
My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.
Nothing's
broken, nevertheless I'm skinless,
the gentlest touch would gut me.
He must go unprotected that he may be constantly changed.
The disaster ruins everything, all the while leaving everything intact.
Everything is just the same
All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be seen or touched
A machine does not care
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.
Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
The stomach does not reveal what it ate
I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled.
Leave no stone unturned.
scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.
Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
There's nothing going into my mouth that's not wrapped.
Nothing had changed. Nothing.
By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.
She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin
I was never ruined but twice: once when I lost a lawsuit, and once when I won one.
Rested, shaved, coffee'd, steaked, you will be a different man.
Nothing is destroyed until it is replaced.
Nothing pleases which is not freshened by variety.
But a wound unfelt is a wound unhealed.
disposition, seemed
All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies. Guess love makes you do funny things.
By nothing,under no conditions, be ye perturbed.
The simple child again, free from all stains.
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
All was a ruin, yet the world did not seem to know or care. In
Nothing has changed and yet everything is different.
Whatever your past may have been, your future is still spotless.
Untitled. Unfinished. UNRELEASED
This is what will remain unforgotten
Everything is perfect and nothing is permanent.
Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.
There's no way to recover after tarnishing an undefeated record.
CONCERNED BUT NOT CONSUMED!
There's nothing permanent in the world,
It ate a party till someone ends up naked.
Don't hurt her!" I demanded, then shifted my expression to one I hoped looked lascivious enough. "I like untouched skin."
Tom flushed. "Ah, we couldn't find a virgin.
All dark and comfortless.
ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing.
Nothing is taken care of forever.
Everything is fresh, the essence of realization.
Plain as a pike-staff.
These scars bear witness but whether to repair or to destruction I no longer know.
Nothing is permanent.
We're all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged.
In very truth it is the unattained which gives zest to the commonplace and brims the cup of our daily life with keenest joy.
Magnificent, magnificent desolation.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
My health is fine.
The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.
Everything in this world is what has been left behind.
Nature is under control but not disturbed.
A man without scenery is completely disarmed.
Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.
What has happened in the past is gone
There's nothing left of me.
I'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.
One of the most striking of abstract art's appearances is her nakedness, an art stripped bare.
Nobody did nothin' to nobody.Nothin-- Yogi Berra
They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.
The world she was walking through was a pale nothingness, like a blank sheet of paper or an enormous, empty white room. It had no temperature, no smell, no texture and no taste.
Still, the farther hills remained as untouched as the sea; high, remote, arid, dark and sterile, poisoned with the sun.
Everybody's damaged by something.
All is as we are.-- A.d. Posey
He looked calm and completely at ease. No trace remained of the wild man who had fucked me in the La Perla dressing room approximately eighteen hours and thirty-six minutes ago. Not that I was counting.
What happens to anything beautiful? Viy ate it up.
What's gone is gone.
I've never slept with a virgin, but I love breaking the seal on a new peanut butter.
Everything has changed and nothing has changed.
untrammelled flow
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
What fresh hell is this?
What remains is solitude.
Yet they are unmoved when told of the cruel blow that fortune has dealt them, happy to see out their days on this unknown and unspoiled atoll. They will tell you that the view from their windows is infinitely more magnificent than Manhattan's glittering skyline.
The land, indifferent to human boundaries, flowed on unchanged.