We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in...
Why is it an either or question?” the man in the striped shirt finally murmured philosophically under a sip of beer. They both stood there looking at each other in thought.
I wish I could plug my electronics into a lake and have them powered by lightning. Or better yet—why can’t my love be used to light up the whole world?
I have left behind what tethered me to the lake. The sadness. The self-pity. The dark tentacles of the murky sea monster only I could see. And I have come to appreciate the ocean. How...
There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.
Black met black on the distant horizon, the stars alone distinguishing sky from lake. On the sand below, Silver Beach glittered at the water’s edge while on the north side of the river the lighthouse’s...
Isn’t that better?
She had golden blazing sun kissed hair, which hung down in loose, lazy spirals, a heart shaped pouted mouth, which was pink tinged with violet blushing, wide, spangled blue eyes that glimmered sparks to flicker...
Gold Coast” was a neighborhood that stretched five blocks along the lake in a sliver of land just south of Lincoln Park and north of River North. The streets were like fine necklaces and strung...
His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed...
Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
Law school was over at last!
Vomit began to spill out of me like pea soup, splattering the road with champagne and caviar, long island iced teas, of bacon appetizers and croissants, and a perfectly grilled filet mignonette. It had gone...
Becoming a lake has put a lot of things in perspective for me.
Love is like a cloud in a lake. It’s reflective and makes it feel like you are flying, when you are really either swimming or trying not to drown.
Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection...
The sides of buildings should be like the tops of lakes. I’d fish through your window hoping to catch a smile.
I went for a walk this morning because the evening was still asleep. Well technically so was I, but that didn’t stop me from exercising.
When you sit tranquilly, you set a great example to the people who rush around in panic and thus you show the crazy waves the beauty of being a calm lake!
This was once Mazama, I kept reminding myself. This was once a mountain that stood nearly 12,000 feet tall and then had its heart removed. This was once a wasteland of lava and pumice and...
A lake is not an ocean. But my love for you is. And it’s drying up as we speak—or, rather, as we don’t speak.
…I live with regrets – the bittersweet loss of innocence – the red track of the moon upon the lake – the inability to return and do it again…
Moral codes are like the ocean. Some people live by them, while others, such as myself, would rather live by a lake.
I was moved beyond words. The train ride over the mountains from lake Titticaca to Cusco reminded me of Africa where I grew up; and 4 days walking on the Inca Trail, then more in...
Yeah! Bring it on lake!” -Coach Gleeson Hedge
Take the broken pieces of your life, bake a master cake out of it. Don’t stand still like a lake; keep flowing like a stream!
Rain is a nudist’s shower, and I want a bathtub the size of a lake. Then we could make love like your parents did that one time, nine months before your birth.
The lake of my mind, unbroken by oars, heaves placidly and soon sinks into an oily somnolence.’ That will be useful.
Judge not a fellow man by the number of noses he has on his face, but by the number of faces he has on his nose.
Life goal: Swim in a lake full of soup, and instead of bathing suits we’ll wear Ziploc bags while we make love like we’re feeding the homeless.
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