a lean man of medium height but he held himself so erectly he appeard tall. his narrow triangular face was utterly without expression. there seamed nothing wasted in his hard small jaw, gaunt firm cheeks and straight short nose. his gelid eyes were blue. he hated weakness and loved practicaly nothing. there was a crude unformed vision in his soul but he was rarely concious of it.....
his ancestors pushed and labored and strained, drove their oxen, sweated their women, and moved a thousand miles.
he pushed and labored inside himself and smoldered with an endless hatred.
(your all a bunch of fuckin whores)
(you're all a bunch of dogs)
(you're all deer to track)
I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF
norman mailer, "the naked and dead"
his ancestors pushed and labored and strained, drove their oxen, sweated their women, and moved a thousand miles.
he pushed and labored inside himself and smoldered with an endless hatred.
(your all a bunch of fuckin whores)
(you're all a bunch of dogs)
(you're all deer to track)
I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF
norman mailer, "the naked and dead"
zona:
when are you going to alaska? i want to go.... i was thinking about you today and how i have neglected you and we should hang out this week.