Every now and then I hear people talk about the idea of “a soul mate” one might be “fated” to meet. But if you are one hundred percent destined to meet a soul mate, this to me is a horrible fate. For it would mean being trapped into a predetermined reality and forced to follow a script to live
EXT. CITY PARK – DUSK [A FATHER sits with his young son, MATTHEW, on a bench in a park watching the sun go down over the horizon.] FATHER: Matthew, it’s time we had the talk. You see son, in nature … MATTHEW: I’m twelve dad. Don’t you think it’s a bit late? I know about
James hated nail polish. The smell was like an invisible fist that divided in two, reached in through his nostrils, and simultaneously punched him in both hemispheres of the brain. Given the choice, he would rather sniff textas or wasabi, he often thought, at least wasabi had tang, but not nail polish. Never nail polish.
You only love when you want to be loved You only breathe when you want to be breathed Like fire Drunk Upon my kerosene, Spat out Through hoola hoop eights And Dancing girls skirts Singeing embers With Stars. You only love when you want to be loved, You only sing when you want to be