Then he smiled – a lovely sunbeam of a grin.

It seemed that the pleasure of cursing wasn’t about volume, but about vehemence.

I see what’s going on,” I said. “You’re confusing beauty with this society’s current idea of perfection of visual form.

That was the Jason most people never noticed. The one who made an effort to spare someone else’s feelings. He was being kind to my darling. I cast an affectionate glance at his back.

An eternity of wishing to speak directly to my Creator – I thought in despair – and this is how He finally contacts me? Through AOL Instant Messenger?

First lesson learned: Knowing doesn’t hold a candle to doing.

It’s the glitches and twists, I thought, that make this universe unique and compelling. Without flaws, there would be no depth, no substance.

First lesson learned: Knowing doesn't hold a candle to doing.

the door to his room is open.his face amooth in sleep.Lips relaxed,boys lips, i remember can be so rough, so tender, so sweet.So full of lies.

the cocoon like water, the labored trance and rhythmic breath of lap swimming had done their work, had unwound the restless feeling into nothingness.