"Our mouths are all over each other. All the talk of plans and new worlds... We sit upright as we kiss, and at first we kiss like friends, with our eyes open, almost laughing. But as our hands start moving, we begin to believe, and our eyes close, and our heads turn this way and that, we’re kissing each other but so much more, kissing like warriors saving the world, at the end of the movie, the last two, the only two who can save everything– and because we are too post-drunk tired to keep our heads upright with our eyes shut, we recline, and soon the towel underneath Meredith is just a crooked snakeskin and we have taken off our pants, the air cool where we are now bare. And sex, inevitable, will make us more powerful. A manifesto consummated under this great sky, the approval of the pounding sea– "
-Dave Eggers
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
It was reported that, upon reading this passage, Pinky Royale exclaimed:
"Huh? Whu..? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
S/he then threw arms up to the sky and yelled:
"That’s it, I’m never writing another word again! Ever!"
24.11.06
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3 comments:
eggers? is that your pen name? gross.
Are you drunk?
not yet. i'm hoping to get very drunk, though.
sorry, i don't know jack about dave. you can hit me next time i come up to portland.
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