In the immortal words of myself, "If our destiny stems from our name,
then I weep for the flower named Wilt." Likewise, i
f cyborgs one day come to be viewed as so human-like that they are accepted as equals,
then I cry for the cyborg named Mel T. Down.
I want to make love like the most romantic thing ever, but I just don’t know how to go about learning how to fornicate like a flower.
I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping
by "Roman Payne"
“I am the lover's gift;
I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.”
“Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream,
and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there,
and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke -
Aye! and what then?
Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower.
Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals.
And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.
No one was shallow. Not really.”
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