Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Crowd Has Nothing To Envy
The only place you'll find the perfect person, the perfect family or a perfect life is in television commercials for butter.
Written by Me at 1:07 AM
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
interesting choice, cause most of butter commercials are stupid and non-emotive
something like that,,,
Ur writings r always full of emotions and they get replicated to people who read it... like i usually cried and today m laughing :)
I can't believe life isn't butter!
Perfection is relative. :) And I love this blog. It's truly inspiration.
Don't you get it? I'm not looking for perfect.
And I sure as hell don't live in a commercial.
in ancient india, butter was an offering to the gods.
@Marika but have you seen the "I can't believe it's not butter" commercials? That's what he's going for here and that is why it makes it so extremely hilarious and out of character and just a breath of fresh air! :)
I like butter
"I will not fall in love with your bones or skin. I will not fall in love with the places you've been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind."
kinda funny, true, and sad, all at the same time
and sour cream.
its true. i always forget that. thanks for reminding me. :)
The first thing I thought of was Fabio. And I'm fairly sure he isn't perfect. No one with nipples the size of dinner saucers is perfect in my eyes.....
i don't want perfect
imperfections add to beauty
and make life more interesting
as they remind us of how human we are
- thank you for creating such an inspiring space
Good, better, butter.
perfection lies in imperfection, and besides aren't they mostly blond?
If I have nothing to fear or to be envious of, what is this catching feeling in my heart and my soul. Why can't I just let it go? Words make my emotions beautiful when I write it down and look back but otherwise I am in agony. My emotions are a cruel master and you are my muse. I follow your lead and hope you see me through to the other side or I will drown trying. But I will not say here.
and so true for me these days..I've just realized again anybody is perfect..
but sometimes it's better some fantasies about a person to be broken
lies: i found h.e.r.
and she is love, perfection
your words just hit me straight up to my heart and my mind....
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