Give me passion.
Flash.
Give me joy.
Flash.
Give me youth and energy and innocence and beauty.
Flash.
Arson, kidnapping, I think I'm up to murder. Maybe all this will get me just a glimmer of attention, not the good, glorious kind, but still the national media kind.
Chuck PalahniukGive me violent revenge fantasies as a copying mechanism.
Flash.
Just give me my first oportunity.
Flash.
I look like shit, dead.
I look like dead shit.
Towles burn. Bathroom inferno! Chanel No. 5, it burns. Oil paintings of racehorses and dead pheasants burn. The reproduction Oriental carpets burn. Evie's bad dried flower arrangements, they're these little tabletop infernos. Too cute! Evie's Katty Kathy doll, it melts, then it burns. Evie's collection of big carnival stuffed animals—Cootie, Poochie, Pam-Pam, Mr. Bunnits, Choochie, Poo Poo and Ringer—it's fun-fur holocaust. Too sweet. Too precious.
Chuck PalahniukWherever we end up, I just won't go back to normal.
Chuck PalahniukHow can I not laugh? I'm already dead.
Chuck PalahniukFelching is when a man fucks you up the butt without a rubber. He shoots his load, and then plants his mouth on your anus and sucks out his own warm sperm, plus whatever lubrication and feces are present. That's felching. It may or may not, include kissing you to pass the sperm and fecal matter into your mouth.
Chuck PalahniukYour every emotion goes right over the top with a big audience. It's either laughter or tears, with no in-between. Those tigers in zoos, they must have a big opera all the time.
Chuck PalahniukWhen both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you’re less than the sum of your parts.
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