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readingredhead[Error: unknown template qotd]Words. Plain and simple. Anything with words can seduce me. Some would say far too easily. I say, if we do not let words seduce us away from ourselves, away from this reality, then what ought we allow? Do you have a better suggestion?
Words in many forms -- the words of a friend or a person I respect. The words of a writer, or not. The words of anyone who takes care with what they say, and feels a compulsive need to say it. They say that you can't live on words alone, but I don't think I could live without them.
And really, it's not so much of a guilty pleasure as one might think -- guilty only in that, if there's one thing that can get to me, it's words. It really is a seduction, a game played over my emotions, a tango with my beating heart. The guilt comes later, perhaps upon rereading...but sometimes it never comes. Then, words are simply pleasures.
Words in many forms -- the words of a friend or a person I respect. The words of a writer, or not. The words of anyone who takes care with what they say, and feels a compulsive need to say it. They say that you can't live on words alone, but I don't think I could live without them.
And really, it's not so much of a guilty pleasure as one might think -- guilty only in that, if there's one thing that can get to me, it's words. It really is a seduction, a game played over my emotions, a tango with my beating heart. The guilt comes later, perhaps upon rereading...but sometimes it never comes. Then, words are simply pleasures.
