Oh, gotcha. God's a side effect: you got your planets, your interstellar rubbish, and one or more Gods. That works.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Did you mean to type God for Creator?
Yup. I got no brains today.
Teppy, I think you'd like Justine better now. It's all sex and mysteries and cabals and such.
I can certainly imagine proving that God exists and is a right bastard
That's Norman Mailer's famous quote in The Naked and the Dead. "If there is a God, he's a son of a bitch."
Vw - you probbably have 'til the end of the week before everything truely subsides with the inhaled steroids. - Just keep trying to go back to school, but accept that you might have to give up and go home. and Honestly, it was well over a month before I wasn't useing the abuteral at all.
Teppy, I think you'd like Justine better now. It's all sex and mysteries and cabals and such.
....in a sexy, nighttime telly sort of way? t /Izzard
....in a sexy, nighttime telly sort of way?
Well, I think so, but I think Durrell is pretty readable. I love stuff set in Colonial Northern Africa.
Of course, Durrell turned out to be supremely fucked up (in the Anne Sexton manner) but I don't hold that against his fiction.
In some people, it's sort of a creative asset.
Between Justine and The Sheltering Sky, I concluded that Northern Africa is full of really fucked-up people.
Between Justine and The Sheltering Sky, I concluded that Northern Africa is full of really fucked-up people.
That's the good part. It's good for the fiction. Of course, we're speaking mostly of the ex-pats of the 30s-50s. Not the locals who probably weren't particularly fucked up.
Thanks beth, that's a little encouraging.
Jen, yeah, I'm feeling some better, but not 100%...hence being back home now. Yesterday went pretty well, so I thought maybe I was in the clear, but I guess not.