Monday, September 27, 2010
Effort is good and bad. The thing about effort is that those things that we work at, perfect hair, skin and teeth, fancy vocabularies, slender limbs, snappy grammar, tight asses, impressive achievement, impeccable ethics, peer approval, astonishing recall, immaculate hygiene, pristine logic, flat abs and charming humor, we put effort into in order to belong. I keep looking for the person /in me/ who still loves when everything has gone wrong. This person is worth waiting for. This person is the point of life. All the boundaries of all conditions, BLOWN OUT.