"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Epicureismo puro

Maxfield Parrish, "Ecstasy"

Ebbene sì, sto godendo come la bastarda che sono, non ci posso fare niente.
Giuro.
E’ la mia natura.
Nulla mi dà infantile gioia più intensa e che ricevere insulti inconsulti da un cretino che rosica. Il mio cuore si allarga e il mio spirito si innalza: non importa se il motivo del suo risentimento sia concreto o meno, il meccanismo ormai in me è innestato, deve trattarsi di un amico veramente caro perché io riesca a fermare gli ingranaggi del mio epicureismo per spendere tempo a spiegargli che se l’è presa senza motivo. In caso contrario, il piacere e tanto più perfetto quanto più n
on c’è bisogno di fare nulla per sputtanare il cretino in questione, che tendenzialmente si è già rovinato con le proprie mani. Nel caso specifico, questa sera mi sento come l’eletto di Oscar Wilde, al mondo per non fare nulla se non contemplare la propria perfezione.
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2 Comments
  • elena86xx
    Posted at 21:36h, 01 October Reply

    Ti ringrazio per il complimento al mio blog di grafica ^_______^

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 21:41h, 01 October Reply

    Non potevo esimermi: è carinissimo! *__^

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