I can swallow secrets and spit up blackmail
Saccharine words and plastic charm can dazzle for a short time
I just want to help you in my own selfish way
I will bow my head and kiss your hand
Wishing I could snap every finger
The song lyrics from which I got my name. "The Gentleman" by Pig Destroyer.
So far this morning I have watched The Devil's Advocate, read quite a bit of Voltaire, had a short work out, and listened to Pig Destroyer loud enough to kill a small animal I'm sure.
"You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?"
I love days off...But I have far too much time on my hands and nothing planned to do. I think I might go back to bed for an hour or two...I did, after all, wake up at 5 this morning...Which, as of late, is sleeping in for me...
The bullet hole looks so right in your head like it'd been missing all along...
Mallory (not the SG) confirmed her visit for this weekend. So Thursday Mallory will get in town, and I'll spend some time this weekend with her. Which should be awesome, the girl is great, she just can't argue, he he. But that's for another time.
Your heart looks delicious she says, licking her lips.
(I just realized today was my older brother's birthday...Too bad I've talked to him once in the last year...Happy Birthday to him then...)
Because your entry I'm going to have to dig it out just so I hear that opening monolog. I think it was called Jennifer. Its brilliant.