Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread

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    • "Besides, it would also explain why your pulse just jumped from 66 to 102 beats per minute. Your respiration is doubled. You're putting out clouds of pheromones, Portia."
      "It's not fair to read me like that!"
      "I know. Love isn't fair. I'm reading your heart, I'm asking you to follow it. Begging you. Begging is supposed to be humiliating, I don't care. I love you, Portia. I loved you the very first moment I saw you."
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

    • You pick up this working girl
      Who's hooked on smack
      Who hustles and scores
      That's all I do, she says
      She says, ten bucks for head, fifteen for half and half
      She says, three hits a day at thirty-five per
      You say, that's seven tricks a day at least
      But she says, sometimes I get lucky
      Once this guy gives me a bill and a half just to eat me
      Only time I ever came

      You figure you can save her

      You sell your color TV
      That keeps her off the streets a whole day
      You hawk your typewriter for one jobe
      Then your shotgun, your watch
      A week later you say, listen I'm a little short
      But she says, no scratch, no snatch
      You say, look, it is better to give
      But she says, beat off, creep

      One night they spot you on the street in your skivvies
      Trying to sell your shoes
      You tell them who you are
      But they nail you
      Then she happens by
      And she says, Christ you look fucked
      She says, hang tough

      But you don't say anything
      You just think, what a bum wrap for a nice sensitive guy like me
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    • Light is the left hand of darkness
      and darkness the right hand of light.
      Two are one, life and death, lying
      together like lovers in kemmer,
      like hands joined together,
      like the end and the way.
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

    • the day has broken
      a stain, a crime
      you, serpents
      DEICIDE
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.

    • The signs are telling me to turn back around
      The signs are telling me to research my past
      The signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes
      The signs are asking me questions
      Do you wanna watch it all fall apart?
      Do you have any control?
      Is there anything that you can do?
      "If we're not in pain, we're not alive"

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