Enjoy the silence?

I got money to burn, I want to burn it on you,
we got one short life, I want to spend it with you... ("Richard Ashcroft")

In the immortal words of Bob or Doug McKenzie("I can't remember which is which, but it's the one played by Dave Thomas")...
"I'm taking you to the looney bin, then I'm going to the brewery, Eh?"

All in all, I think this life we live, isn't really predestined... Anyway, I found this poem today over at Hangingon.org. and I thought it was really cool, so I thought I'd share it:

Sex Without Love
by Sharon Olds


How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health -- just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.


Cahlen, that one's for you big guy, I hope you're having fun at work:)