// Postmortem // 10.02.17
"He was so handsome, it was hard not to stare openly at him.
What I did was so intelligent, it was as stupid as hell
Human relationships are not founded on reason any more than my roses are fertilized with debate. I know seeking asylum behind the wall of intellect and rationality is a selfish retreating into self-protectiveness at the expense of another’s well-being.
Like Rain in a Drought
It was like dashing a bucket of water in the face of a thirsty man - it happened too fast for him to drink a drop.
Those dipsticks are as slow coming around as payday." - Patricia Cornwell
"He was so handsome, it was hard not to stare openly at him.
What I did was so intelligent, it was as stupid as hell
Human relationships are not founded on reason any more than my roses are fertilized with debate. I know seeking asylum behind the wall of intellect and rationality is a selfish retreating into self-protectiveness at the expense of another’s well-being.
Like Rain in a Drought
It was like dashing a bucket of water in the face of a thirsty man - it happened too fast for him to drink a drop.
Those dipsticks are as slow coming around as payday." - Patricia Cornwell
