quotes, lyrics, poems, passages and whatnot. a blog for unoriginal thoughts running around in Chel's head.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
Monday, March 02, 2015
Grendel
"Why can't these creatures discover a little dignity?" I ask the sky. The sky says nothing, predictably. I make a face, uplift a defiant middle finger, and give an obscene little kick. The sky ignores me, forever unimpressed.
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Scarlet Pimpernel
A woman's heart is such a complex problem -- the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution of this puzzle.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
A similar rule applies to cats
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Thanks, Notepad++
Freedom of expression is like the air we breathe, we don't feel it, until people take it away from us.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Pulp Fiction and Pot Bellies
"You think guys would find that attractive?"
"I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
"I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."
Friday, February 20, 2015
Reminiscent of my grandpa's sentiments
Mrs. Sen glanced at Mr. Sen, who nodded.
Eliot's mother nodded, too, looking around the room. "And that's all ... in India?"
"Yes," Mrs. Sen replied. The mention of the word seemed to released something in her. She neatened the border of her sari where it rose diagonally across her chest. She, too, looked around the room, as if she noticed in the lampshades, in the teapot, in the shadows frozen on the carpet, something the rest of them could not. "Everything is there."
Eliot's mother nodded, too, looking around the room. "And that's all ... in India?"
"Yes," Mrs. Sen replied. The mention of the word seemed to released something in her. She neatened the border of her sari where it rose diagonally across her chest. She, too, looked around the room, as if she noticed in the lampshades, in the teapot, in the shadows frozen on the carpet, something the rest of them could not. "Everything is there."
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