Got Soul?

“Somehow I can’t help but be reminded of that weak and sickly girl, at whom you sometimes look with pity, sometimes with compassionate love, and sometimes you simply do not notice her, but then suddenly, for a moment, she somehow, unexpectedly, becomes inexplicably, wonderfully beautiful, and you, startled and intoxicated, unwittingly ask yourself: What power caused those sad, thoughtful eyes to shine with such fire? What summoned the blood to those pale, sunken cheeks? What has suffused those tender features of her face with passion? Why does that breast heave so? What was it that so suddenly summoned strength, life, and beauty to the poor girl’s face that it began to shine with such a smile, came to life with such a sparkling, effervescent laugh? You look around, you search for someone, you hazard a guess…But the moment passes and perhaps tomorrow you will once again meet the thoughtful and distracted gaze as before, the same pale face, the same submissive and timid movements, and even repentance, even traces of some sort of deadening melancholy and annoyance at the short lived exhilaration…And you regret that the momentary beauty faded so quickly, so irretrievably, that it flashed before you so deceptively and in vain - you regret this because there was not time for you to even fall in love with her…”

“A bitch is not trying to keep up with a Google Calendar” - MacKena (discussing polyamory)

“I’m third generation Scottish. So then my granddad got with my whore of a grandmother.” -MacKena

He played piano for me so ofcourse I took my clothes off.

“I want to get out, dude. Let’s do acid!” -Raymundo

“I feel like I’m in Pocahontas.” -Raymund