In Medias Res...: HNT

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

and, just in case you missed it, my naughty bits (as well as the nice ones)
have made a guest appearance on my man's blog.

Next week: holiday accent light bondage!
Well, it's on my Christmas list, at least. We'll see.

I haven't exactly been on my best behavior...

Coal is a distinct possibility.
Or a good thrashing over Santa's knee.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Everything I Ever Needed To Know I Learned From Faulkner

"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear...Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words."

"Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say."

"Clocks slay time. Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life."

"Because no battle is ever won, he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools."

"So vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream."

"One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours—all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy. "

"The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life...This is the artist's way of scribbling 'Kilroy was here' on the wall of the final and irrevokable oblivion through which he must someday pass."

12.18.2008

HNT

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