dirty

-I would die for you-You lie -If I lie, why do I stand here before and beg on my knees to get you back? -Because you're feeling alone -If need your love-You don't need me, you only need a person-And you're that person-No I'm not-But I love you-That what I do

All we can hope for is that he will fall into the ocean with a bar of soap in his pocket.

And he who would not languish among men, must learn to drink out of all glasses; and he who would keep clean among men, must know how to wash himself even with dirty water.

I think he fucked me stupid"- McKenzie Matthews- Being Beckett's

Negative people will always be there to stain your pure image with their dirty tongues and brushes, but you'll always remain as white as snow, no matter how high the quality of paint they use.

Even dirty water has a bath

It's a good thing, right, when an author gets turned on by the dirty scenes they write?!

I love clean sheets. It's the simultaneous reminiscence of how they got dirtied to begin with, and hopeful anticipation of what stories they will live to tell next time you are standing fatefully in front of the washing machine.

It's a rotten job, but somebody's got to do it.

You need to work even if it is a menial or dirty job, because every job is participating in the process of creation.

Women are women: the most beautiful creatures, I love and respect. But hoes and tricks, gets slapped with dicks and that's with no regret.

I don__ much care for all this talk of God washing away all my dirt. I like a bit of grit around the edges. It gives me character and does a passable job of faking depth, from a distance.

So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

Don't be carried away by beauty, for the faeces also stays in the rectum of ravishing faces, and their private life is not beautiful as their public life...fear beauty!

(by the way . . . I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it . . . ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)