Come Hither.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Till death do us part,
'There are two kind of men,'
said Ka, in a didactic voice.
'The first kind does not fall in love
until he's seen how the girl eats a sandwich,
how she combs her hair,
what sort of nonsense she cares about,
why she's angry at her father,
and what sort of stories people tell about her.
The second type of man — and I am in this category —
can fall in love with a woman
only if he knows next to nothing about her.
{ Snow, Orhan Pamuk }
So stranger, if you're reading this,
let me know, do you belong there,
& what kind of man are you?
>> tell me, maybe i'll call.
'There are two kind of men,'
said Ka, in a didactic voice.
'The first kind does not fall in love
until he's seen how the girl eats a sandwich,
how she combs her hair,
what sort of nonsense she cares about,
why she's angry at her father,
and what sort of stories people tell about her.
The second type of man — and I am in this category —
can fall in love with a woman
only if he knows next to nothing about her.
{ Snow, Orhan Pamuk }
So stranger, if you're reading this,
let me know, do you belong there,
& what kind of man are you?
>> tell me, maybe i'll call.
posted by Lynette # 1:15:00 AM 
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