Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss, off, go on, say it, but don't tell me nothing's wrong.
Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss, off, go on, say it, but don't tell me nothing's wrong.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.
No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.
That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.
The world was floods above and fire below
Elphaba looked like something between an animal and an Animal, like something more than life but not quite Life.
Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
That's all I want- to do no harm.
Then, abrupt and decisive, the Emerald City rose before them. A city of insistence, of blanket declaration. It made no sense, clotting up the horizon, sprouting like a mirage on the characterless plains of central Oz. Glinda hated it from the moment she saw it. Brash upstart of a city.
Evil is an act, not an appetite. How many haven't wanted to slash the throat of some boor across the dining room table? Present company excepted of course. Everyone has the appetite. If you give in to it, it, that act is evil. The appetite is normal.
Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future
The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
For one short wet month early in the next year the drought lifted. Spring tipped in like green well water frothing at the hedges bubbling at the roadside splashing from the cottage roof in garlands of ivy and stringflower
Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.
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