Erospainter

I am a prose painter..a word iconoclast a semi literate rebel at heart....I am the one who likes standing on a moving bus..or going into a library and using my outdoor voices.Sometimes when I am really wild and crazy I will even bite into a piece of fruit withoutgiving it a good rinse first. Does it taste a little sweeter...you bet your sweet a** it does.

To me words are sacred as they are profane. Each word is a small story, a thicket of meaning...words are such sacred objects to me

So I get the tumblr..me show pretty picture thang..but somehow try to also allow some words to creep in to help us all impart and share a bit of internet community knowledge along the way on the time we have together playing on tumblr.


Have another more extensive adult mostly BDSM theme blog over at wordpress should you wander by:

http://disorderlybeautifulchaos.wordpress.com/

If you are a big fan of the TV show Mad Men (as I am) see my Tumblr blog dedicated to the wacky world of advertising:
http://madadmen.tumblr.com/

permalink “From my perspective, intimacy requires mutuality, which means mutual valuing, mutual empowerment, mutual respect, and mutual empathy. A truly intimate relationship fosters the growth of both parties, not just one.”      - Harriet Lerner: The Dance of Intimacy

“From my perspective, intimacy requires mutuality, which means mutual valuing, mutual empowerment, mutual respect, and mutual empathy. A truly intimate relationship fosters the growth of both parties, not just one.”
      - Harriet Lerner: The Dance of Intimacy

permalink Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the real world most of spring is disappointing. We looked forward to it too long, and the spring we had in mind in February was warmer and dryer than the actual spring when it finally arrives. We’d expected it to be a whole season, like winter, instead of a handful of separate moments and single afternoons. –Barbara Holland, Endangered Pleasures

Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the real world most of spring is disappointing. We looked forward to it too long, and the spring we had in mind in February was warmer and dryer than the actual spring when it finally arrives. We’d expected it to be a whole season, like winter, instead of a handful of separate moments and single afternoons. –Barbara Holland, Endangered Pleasures

permalink Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. –Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

permalink The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. –Albert Einstein

The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. –Albert Einstein

permalink I don’t know exactly what I mean by “hold something back,” except that I do it. I don’t know what the “something” is: It’s not sex—I’ve had sex pretty often, and I still hold back the “something,” whatever it is. It’s some part that’s a mystery, maybe even to me; but boys and men can tell they don’t possess it or haven’t been shown it, whatever it is, and that I’m not going to show it to them. This seems to draw them like ants to Coke spilled on a sidewalk in the summer. I feel it may be my essence or what I am deep down under all the layers. But if I don’t know what it is, how can I give it or share it with someone even if I wanted to? –Crescent Dragonwagon, The Year it Rained

I don’t know exactly what I mean by “hold something back,” except that I do it. I don’t know what the “something” is: It’s not sex—I’ve had sex pretty often, and I still hold back the “something,” whatever it is. It’s some part that’s a mystery, maybe even to me; but boys and men can tell they don’t possess it or haven’t been shown it, whatever it is, and that I’m not going to show it to them. This seems to draw them like ants to Coke spilled on a sidewalk in the summer. I feel it may be my essence or what I am deep down under all the layers. But if I don’t know what it is, how can I give it or share it with someone even if I wanted to? –Crescent Dragonwagon, The Year it Rained

permalink chronic remorse … is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can, and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the bset way of getting clean. –Aldous Huxley, the foreward to Brave New World

chronic remorse … is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can, and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the bset way of getting clean. –Aldous Huxley, the foreward to Brave New World

permalink Origins of high heels
Oddly enough, the very first high heels were made for soldiers in the 1500s who needed a way to keep their feet snugly tucked into their stirrups while riding on horseback.

Origins of high heels

Oddly enough, the very first high heels were made for soldiers in the 1500s who needed a way to keep their feet snugly tucked into their stirrups while riding on horseback.

permalink “I could just scream,” she thought as she took her place at the table alongside a set of people and programmers whose ways she could not understand.

“I could just scream,” she thought as she took her place at the table alongside a set of people and programmers whose ways she could not understand.

permalink And I’ll be happy to say,“I never learned your customs.I don’t remember your languageor know your ways.I must befrom another country

And I’ll be happy to say,
“I never learned your customs.
I don’t remember your language
or know your ways.




I must be
from another country

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“Chasing Cars”-Snow Patrol

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

permalink Fit to be tied (expression)Meaning: To be very angry, livid.
Example: When his wife saw the car he’d bought she was fit to be tied. Origin: “Tied” in this case refers to being bound as in a straight jacket. The need for being tied is to control ones actions to prevent from acting on the anger.

Fit to be tied (expression)

Meaning: To be very angry, livid.


Example: When his wife saw the car he’d bought she was fit to be tied. 

Origin: “Tied” in this case refers to being bound as in a straight jacket. The need for being tied is to control ones actions to prevent from acting on the anger.

permalink But I was beginning to understand something about normality. Normality wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people—and especially doctors—had doubts about normality. They weren’t sure normality was up to the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost. –Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

But I was beginning to understand something about normality. Normality wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people—and especially doctors—had doubts about normality. They weren’t sure normality was up to the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost. –Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

permalink If you’re extraordinary, you don’t have to be ordinary. But it isn’t easy. You have to work, learn, learn some more, and be the best at what you do—whatever it happens to be. And you have to keep that thick skin, because all the people who sold out and played the game are going to resent you for succeeding on your own terms

If you’re extraordinary, you don’t have to be ordinary. But it isn’t easy. You have to work, learn, learn some more, and be the best at what you do—whatever it happens to be. And you have to keep that thick skin, because all the people who sold out and played the game are going to resent you for succeeding on your own terms