You gave me a present The paper was blue and green I unwrapped it with pleasure These are the best shades I’ve ever seen You can be my girlfriend Forever and a day I never thought I was worth much Or that anyone would treat me this way
I’m not The kind of guy Who dresses like a king And a really fine pair of shades Means everything And the light that blinds my eyes Shines from you It makes me come in the night It makes me swim with delight
I like this pain I like this mirror I like these shades
I could have had a problem I might have never followed through The other guys are in trouble They wouldn’t listen to a girl like you These shades say something I’ll bet they cost a lot I hope I don’t break ‘em I hope we don’t break up.
“Those cosmetic drugs, she said, those mood equalizers and anti-depressants, they only treat the symptoms of the bigger problem. Every addiction, she said, was just a way to treat this same problem. Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple. Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can’t deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can’t be explained and understood.”—Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via everydaysatan)