I figure if there is a God, he or she isn’t paying attention to what we build or if we follow some elaborate rules, but copping a ride on our shoulders, watching what we do every day. Seeing if we took this great big adventure called life and did anything interesting with it. I figure the folks that are the most interesting get to go to heaven. I mean, if I was God, that’s who I’d want there with me. I also figure being eternally happy would be eternally boring so I try not to be too interesting, even though it’s hard for me. I’d rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and big cymbals! I like the crash and bang.
Karen Marie MoningI love re-creating myself. Change means you get to choose again. Become something new.
-Dani
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I felt like a child plucking daisy petals: I trust him, I trust him not, I trust him, I trust him not.
Karen Marie MoningSomeday I’m going to push Jericho Barrons as far as I can and see what happens.
Karen Marie MoningHer brain has more muscles than her body, and less sense. Her passion for life pushes her limbs further than they were meant to go. She's going to burn herself to ash if she doesn't find someone or something that takes her all the way down to ground zero and recharges her.
Karen Marie Moning...he was trying to pave his way to heaven by plastering over his sins with the putty of religious zeal.
Karen Marie MoningHe calls me his Queen of the Night. He shows me the wonders in this incredible city. He encourages me to find my own way, and to choose what I think is right or wrong.
And the sex, God, the sex! I never knew what sex was until him! It’s not soft music and candlelight, a choice, a deliberate action.
It’s as involuntary as breathing, and as impossible not to do. It’s slammed up against a wall in a dark alley, or flat on my back on cold concrete because I can’t stand one more second without him. It’s on my hands and knees, dry-mouthed, heart-in-my-throat, waiting for the moment he touches me, and I’m alive again. It’s punishing and purifying, velvet and violent, and it makes everything else melt away, until nothing matters but getting him inside me and I wouldn’t just die for him—I’d kill for him, too.
Like I did tonight.
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Hope strengthens. Fear kills. It's how you go on that defines you
Karen Marie MoningShe's chiffon and satin ribbons. I'm raw meat and razor blades.
Karen Marie MoningAny man who reads is a fine one.
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