Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here What was it about Was it her smile Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night.
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Ok. Sex is fine. Sex is good. Sex is GREAT Okay, okay, we need men for sex... Do we need so many
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In Kyudo philosophy, you don't aim--you become one with the target. Then, in fact, there's nothing to aim at. I find it works well with women, too. Give it a try.
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I had learned to respect the intelligence, integrity, creativity and capacity for deep thought and hard work latent somewhere in every child they had learned that I differed from them only in years and experience, and that as I, an ordinary human being, loved and respected them, I expected payment in kind.
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I thought I loved him, but I really just needed him. There was so much death and when I was in bed with him, I wasn't thinking about death...Look, what I'm trying to say is that we can't know what's in another person's heart, we can't even know what's in our own. Life turns on a dime, and somehow we muddle through.
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Obsessions and fixations are not really my field. All I know, when the mind really grabs hold of something, look out.
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Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.
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