GIRL IN A SUICIDAL LANDSCAPE

A pessimist and an undercover pisshead bitter about the faults inherent in reality. A hopeless romantic that's been worn-away by those she loves. Formerly ambitious and driven but no longer able to ignore the fact that class-structure and old money means she will always be a non-entity, a good natured soul that has realised that one good turn usually deserves a massive punch to the metaphorical kidney. Basically a bitter jaded fucker who tends to drone-on in a self absorbed way about how catastrophic life is – usually offensively – because she realises it is far better to get things off her chest than pick up a sniper’s rifle and shoot whoever gets in her way through the chin.

Posts archive for: 14 August, 2005

One-Liners

by 10loves10 @ 2005-08-14 – 17:07:19

I'd hate to take a bite out of you - you're a cookie full of arsenic.
Burt Lancaster – Sweet Smell of Success

I was beginning to think perhaps you worked in bed, like Marcel Proust.
Lauren Bacall – The Big Sleep

Your advertisin' is just dandy, folks would never guess you don't have a thing to sell.
Faye Dunaway – Bonnie and Clyde

I bet in one week, I can put a bug so far up her ass, she don't know whether to shit or wind her wristwatch.
Jack Nicholson – One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

I didn't realize you were an art collector, I thought you just collected corpses.
Cary Grant – North By Northwest
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Happy Birthday Mr. Galsworthy!

by 10loves10 @ 2005-08-14 – 16:34:45

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

John Galsworthy (1867-1933)
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