Cosmopolis Quotes

COSMOPOLIS

“She thought I was dissolvable in water.”

"Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets."

“Talent is more erotic when it’s wasted.”

“It’s not the sex you think I’ve had, it’s the sex you know I want that you smell on me.”

A SPECTER IS HAUNTING THE WORLD - THE SPECTER OF CAPITALISM

“Stun me, I mean it. I want you to do it Kendra, show me what it feels like, I’m looking for more, show me something I don’t know, stun me to my DNA, come on do it, flick the switch, aim and fire, I want all the voltage the weapon holds, do it, shoot it, now.”

“There’s pain enough for everybody now.”

“I have become an enigma to myself.”

On The Boardwalk

365 Days of Creativity

day eighty eight

on the boardwalk

Autumn air hugs my side, cooling my feverish forehead.

The sun-bleached mountains carve the horizon, and if I crease my vision they fade completely. If I raise the cry of the gulls to blot out the sirens, I can almost imagine I'm somewhere else.  I can think that I'm on a distant windy seashore, salty and sweet.

I can almost believe I'm not going to die here in the Valley.

Almost.

lolita

365 Days of Creativity

day eighty seven

lolita

You cannot blame sweet Lolita

You cannot arrest gentle Lo.

Her soft hands and wide stare are no match for his clothes,

for she is a delicate doe.

Buttons and buckles and broad brimmed ideas,

his figure a solid chateau.

A house giving warmth and knowledge and shelter,

A place she will want so to go.

And not knowing why,

her desire shall grow.

Till her fears and aversions she'll throw-

in favour of safety and smart conversation

found in arms of an older beaux.

It is oft that a lass learns to be a lady,

faster than her body will grow.

Though merely thirteen, she may have a mind

with opinions and wits decades old.

Her age; an asylum,

Her body; betrays her,

a filly finished as a foal.

It is then poor Lolita, will reach out to his heat

so freeing herself of the cold.

No, you cannot blame sweet Lolita,

for seduction was never her goal.

It was instinct which drove ripe Lolita,

into the jaws of the troll.