Saorise Even when not bored, I've the urge to crawl under my duvet with him. It's not any ordinary urge and not peculiar either. 000822
sleepless My childhood was blankets
But then I became a teenager,
And I got a duvet.
They are remarkable things.
They are security.
They are a hiding place.
They keep you warm.
They wrap you up.
(Sometimes they wrap other people).
I have been teapted,
At times,
To spend the rest of my life
Under my duvet.
(Pulled completely over my head
To be precise).

Please tell me that I'm not alone in this . . .
boa And you don't seem to understand
A shame you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

I am falling, I am fading
I have lost it all

And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame then I can read your mind
And all the things that I read there
Candle lit smile that we both share
and you know I don't mean to hurt you
But you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing

I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning
Help me to breathe
I am hurting, I have lost it all
I am losing
Help me to breathe
tyler durton "Do you know what a duvet it?"

"A Comforter."

"It's a blanket, just a blanket. Now why guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival? In the hunter-gathered sense of the word? No. What are we then? "

"You know, consumers. "

"Right. We're consumers. We're by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty -- these things don't concern me. What concerns me is celebrity magazines, television with five hundred channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. "

"Martha Stewart. "

"Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishes on the brass of the Titanic. It's all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve and let the chips fall where they may..."
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