I woke up at 2:30 in the morning, upright on the couch in my underwear, sweaty and scared. The last thing I remembered had something to do with tequila and laughing too loudly. There was a trail of clothes from the hallway to the living room and crumpled cash on the coffee table. My arm was cut in a couple places. I turned off the TV, laid/lied in bed, stared at the ceiling, and asked myself why I do not just choose to be happy, and suddenly I was, every breath a blessing, and it was so easy and beautiful that I started crying.
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10 x like a billion = how much I love you:
"parbat"
Otto,
As I've told you over at my place your pandora's comment box plays tricks on me but now that I've got the open sesame all I wanted to say was that the place you come to at the end of this feels real, in fact feels familiar, in fact it's all feel and that's what I dig so much in your work, the trusting in the feeling, made possible by the certainty of Touch--so very very rare. Terrific. Terrifying sometimes too, all part of the total package.
Good eye, my friend. That is indeed an AA advertisement. In my humble estimation, it's the hottest one they ever produced.
I plucked it from this fantastic round-up of the 50 "sluttiest"" AA ads to date. I hope you enjoy as much as I did:
http://stylecrave.com/2009-09-03/american-apparel-ads-the-50-hottest-in-company-history/
"ambodw"
Thanks Tom, I appreciate the feedback. Means a lot to me.
Was it tears of sadness or tears of joy...or tears of joyful sadness...or...you know the rest...
Ah, dear Chick ... that is a great question
I really like this. Been there. Felt that. The cuts feel hollow, with no definition of where they came they are just torn skin.
this story is michael j. foxy
oh, look at this, my word verification is tracy pollan
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