in trousers sentence starters.
’ i’m still here alive. '
’ i’m sick of counting goddamn sheep. '
’ i’m still awake and thinking maybe i’ll become a nun. '
’ maybe one day, i’ll win at love. '
’ they never really disappear. i’d like so much to whiz without them there. ’
’ look out, he breaks the golden rule. '
’ who can rebuild the people i’ve killed in bed ? ‘
’ i need bombs exploding. '
’ it’s important to win, but i’m scared to begin. '
’ i could sleep through the day. '
’ i accept my faults and welcome sudden death. '
’ it’s our moment to shine, just forget last night. '
’ this itty-bitty glass of wine helps us start our day out right. '
’ time to wake up and face the day. '
’ our eight year old is crying, please show your face. '
’ i think he plays with girls and dolls. who can know what love he’s lacked ? '
’ we can’t stand here waiting forever, so move your ass, (name) ! '
’ something’s missing in my life. i don’t know what it is, though i have suspicions. '
’ i have a family, and a family pet. '
’ i have a family, with a wife who’s perfect in many ways. '
’ in my mind, i’m a kissing a man. '
’ i have a family while i’ve never defiled. '
’ i’m honest when i say i’m a child for a fella’s caress. '
’ i turned fourteen today and will eat the very best breakfast in town ! '
‘ do i really have to show you people how ? ’
‘ no one looks busy in this kitchen, and my breakfast isn’t ready, and my stomach aches. ’
‘ try to make me hungry. ’
‘ cat got your tongue ? ’
‘ he always knows the sorts of answers he’ll allow. ’
‘ wait until i’m older, then i’ll kill you. ’
‘ i need my breakfast now ! ’
‘ oh, jesus christ, it wasn’t loaded. ’
‘ she’s an actor from the old school and a lousy chef. ’
‘ i don’t want miracles from heaven, just some eggies over spinach over toast. ’
‘ no, i will not apologize ! ’
‘ she should win a prize. ’
‘ that girl can’t cook ! ’
‘ he wouldn’t read that kind of novel anyhow. ’
‘ life is lonely, life is rotten, and thankfully short. ’
‘ he throws a fit, then a knife. ’
‘ you call this breakfast on my birthday ? this is shit, this isn’t breakfast ! ’
‘ i mean, for god’s sake, am i talking to the wall ? ’
‘ (name) underestimates the fear that he’ll endow. ’
‘ i’ll wait here until you get it right. ’
’ he’s laughing all the time. '
’ he’s a veritable fool. '
’ (name) is my very best friend in school. '
’ lately i’ve been thinking maybe he needs attention of a private sort. '
’ should his mother be blamed ? '
’ he has something which most everybody needs, he cannot ever be embarrassed. '
’ he’s my very best friend in school and i’m embarrassed and ashamed. '
’ my high school sweetheart is a person. '
’ he says i’m just ridiculous. '
‘ i tell him he’s a person, he says i’m just a ridiculous. ’
’ i want to hold him, but he’s not alive. '
’ a person has their wants and needs, i’m not a greedy person. '
’ here i am, (name), hold me. i want you to want me badly. '
’ put me onto your bed, not a pedestal, will you ? '
’ but i’m his sweetheart. '
’ she cast me in her play. she gave me words to say, made me what i am today. '
’ stop begging, stop making me crazy. '
’ i love the way he acts, i do. '
’ do not make faces and do not undo the facts. '
’ it was one of the best nights of my life. '
’ nothing is for nothing and a new land is a new land to explore. '
’ a good man never fails. '
’ i am living proof that cowards still can rise. '
’ you might tell me you’re a victim, you might get what you deserve, but i won’t excuse a boy who’s lost his nerve. '
’ stay clear of love and jail. '
’ lovers don’t go hungry. '
’ kids live and learn to attack. '
’ we’ll drink it and talk. '
’ does he like the rain ? '
’ does he kiss ? touch ? drink ? screw ? '
’ does he like to screw ? '
’ i thought for a not unseemly price, you’d introduce me to the wonders of the bed, and also treat me nice. '
’ (name) is cute, though rarely good. '
’ but, dearest, please accept my hand. '
’ tell me, how did you get in here, please ? '
’ i drugged the man who was guarding the floor. '
’ i’m the only one here in the school except you and the guard who you beat in a fight. '
’ he was drugged, not with pills, but with some apples from a basket. would you like a few ? '
’ what i do for you is your pleasure. '
’ i was never out of place. '
’ that’s true, she minded her business and taught. ’
’ i always like the way you got angry in your glasses. '
’ you little shit, i’ll throw a fit, i’ll beat your head in with a hammer ! '
’ just keep your dirty fingers away from my face, kid ! ’
’ listen, i’m a bastard, bummer with a penis, and i need us two to be together. '
’ i need us two to screw together. '
’ please, please, please, rub your hands between my knees. '
’ he always gets the things he wants. '
’ accept the things he wants. '
’ do you want my telephone number ? '
’ lest we forget, she will always remind us how they two met. '
’ love me for what i am, not what i try to be. '
’ he gave me a phony home address. '
’ i am a person who likes to lie too much, i try too much to impress other people. often my inferiors. '
’ could you like a girl like that ? '
’ would you hold her in your arms ? '
’ darling, we might survive. '
’ this whole damn thing’s a joke. '
’ perhaps he’ll trip or she might choke. '
’ forget this guy, he’s no damn good. no action and all words. '
’ call me a disgrace and then be done with blame. '
’ how was i to know that he’s a gigolo, emotionally underbred ? '
’ when the passion stings, i think of pretty things instead. '
’ after winter, i’ll marry. i’m entitled to that. '
’ here i sit, drunk and self-indulgent, dressed up in a hat which even i detest. '
’ marry money, money wins. ’
‘ your past will disappear, and with it all your sins. '
’ joy once seemed so near. '
’ he’d approve if i let him. '
’ though, it’s hard to forget him. '
’ where’s her goddamn husband ? '
’ always acting infantile, that’s one thing that makes him smile. '
’ i do not think that this will work. '
’ i think we should’ve spoke before. but today’s too late. '
’ is her veil on straight, and is she drunk ? '
’ will he be the man i’ve dreamt about ? '
’ isn’t this a perfect day ? '
’ what do i think about five seconds before i die ? '
’ i’m about to die and i didn’t feel like shopping. '
’ please stop your bye-ing. '
’ have pity on the one who’s dying. '
’ when her passion soon cools, and it will… if she’s smart. '
’ will i break the girl’s heart ? '
’ did i ever have— no, will i ever have fun ? '
’ things on which we most depend seem to fail us in the end. '
’ we’ve been married for ten years. eight were fine, and six were not. it seemed longer than ten years. '
’ the first two were the best years. '
’ i felt him slipping away. '
’ i felt him die in my arms. '
’ how could i ever compete ? '
’ the cause of all his lust, she must be sweet. '
’ he’s used to love me. '
’ he could just as well leave me. '
’ when he’s with us, he’s somewhere alone. '
’ i’ll be fine if he leaves me, but i’m sure he won’t. '
’ the bitch might be dumb. '
’ he will not admit the truth. '
’ why are men so damn uncouth ? all they ever tell are lies. '
’ he thinks i’m rude, but nice. '
’ i think he’s nice, but indiscreet. ’
’ he thinks i’m sweet, but he treats me kind of funny. '
’ isn’t it delightful playing easy ? '
’ he’s on his knees, i’m lying flat. just like a bad idea. '
’ listen to him laugh. i’m reminded of the old times, 'cause at last he’s got passion. '
’ i’m delighted. no i’m not, but it’s better than it was. '
’ let’s recapitulate the things he does to earn my blessing. '
’ first he hurts his wife, it’s a good move if you ask me, but you didn’t, so i’m quiet. then he hurts his child, that’s a less good move, but necessary. ’
’ call it passion and don’t regret it. '
’ him and the boy live happily ever after… that’s a sickening thought. '
’ all of us alive need something we can live for. '
’ i’m counting on this boy to make me dream. '
’ he needs love ? i got love ! '
’ i’d like to be a princess on a throne. '
’ i saw them in the den. '
’ he’s a queen, i’m a queen. where’s my crown ? '
’ my life is shitty, and my kid seems like an idiot to me ! '
’ i mean, he’s great. it’s me who is the matter. '
’ if i repeat one more word, i swear i’ll lose my brain. '
’ i can cry on cue, but so can you. '
’ you ask me if it’s fun to cry over nothing. it is. '
‘ a healthy fruit is healthy until it rots. ’
‘ speaking of friends, (name) is sweet and trim. ’
‘ i think in fact i’ll marry him. he wants me. ’
’ i think it’s strange because the sex was good. '
’ i’d take his mouth and feet, and make them do… well, i forget. '
’ i think it’s rotten how i lately feel. '
’ it’s like a nightmare how this all proceeds. '
’ i hope that he don’t fulfill his needs. '
’ i wanna sleep. sure, things will probably worsen, but it’s not like i’m a healthy person. '
’ i only wanna love a man who can love me. or like me. or hold. or touch me. or stand me. '
’ i used to cry, we’d make a scene. '
’ and me, i’m just a freak, who needs it maybe every other week. '
’ does he feel awful ? and has he grieved ? '
’ i do not feel awful. a little unlawful, but a lot relieved. '
’ (name) will act very parental, completely gentle, absolutely swell. ’
’ those were things i used to do, which i’ll leave behind. '
’ tell her your sin’s called hanging on. '
’ honest to god, no one’s the villain. '
’ i’m not a saint, let’s not mince words here. '
’ am i your nightmare or your dream ? '
’ if you see me at your door, swear you’ll let me in. '
’ pack it up and call it quits. like good quitters do. '
’ god, what have i done ? '
’ i dreamt last night we flew to china. '
’ your parents own a car, don’t they ? can’t we drive away ? '
’ may we talk as friends ? '
’ i dreamt last night you almost held me. '
’ jesus christ, you’ll come through. '
’ hold me. hold him too. but stay. '
’ please drink your tea before it’s cold. '
’ you can’t go on as if you’re dying. '
’ this is much better for the both of us. '
’ people used to lick the streets after she walked by in order to show respect for this great lady. '
’ he did little all day but jot down ridiculous poems and wait for (name) to call his name. '
’ he wasn’t cheating exactly. '
’ they met at odd hours, off and on for three weeks. '
’ he was half out of his mind with grief. '
’ she paid for his fine clothes, provided him with a fine apartment, rent-free, and he loved her. '
’ you think she was moved ? you think so ? '
’ you don’t know the whole story. i was not having an affair with a lady in waiting. '
’ he asked if he could sit down. he asked if there was anything to drink. he asked if he could take off his clothes. '
’ well, we slept a little. '
’ the thing about explorers is: they discover things that are already there. '
’ it’s taken all of my will to still stand high. '
’ he filled it with details, explicit things that i can’t try. '
’ another sleepless night at home in bed. '
’ you try to think of things you might have said, you try to carry on. '
’ i was my face then drink beer then i weep, say a prayer, and induce insincere self abuse until i’m fast asleep. '
’ i’ve done too much talking. '
’ he never stops. i need my sleep. ’
’ five times a night, he’ll request it. i wanna rest it. '
’ what he wants is a body that won’t fuss. '
’ he’s feeling hot. i’ll close my eyes, and then surprise: i’ll be awake and preforming. '
’ i’ll wanna sleep but maybe trying to put up with a guy like myself must be a bore. '
’ he sleeps in this bed with me, a survivor. '
’ i’m feeling alive-er than i’ve ever felt in my life before. '
’ another book you thought was best unread has proved indeed it was. '
’ i am so alone in the middle of the night. '
’ they said they’d never lose their love. and then they lost their love. '
’ women sit like angels, men like vultures. '
’ and who’s to blame them ? '
’ i write to keep the pain alive. ’
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