I'm an aspiring everything.
The secret desires in men come out as they feel themselves alone and free from the screen of cynicism they don in public. That deep, creative wish to be more than merely an obedient worker appears and men are romantic, noble, courageous, poetic in the secrecy of darkness. I once heard a man, a foul-tounged man, reciting the Song of Solomon to the darkness, like the rustle of the sea breaking against a ship’s forefoot. Alone, man becomes what he would be were he not forced into a mould by the system he lives in. Death of a Ladies’ Man by Alan Bissett (via setguitarstokill)
I walked up to the tallest and the blondest girl
I said, “Look, you don’t know me now but very soon you will
So won’t you let me see?
Your naked body?”
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