Stay in one place too long and the tide can overwhelm you. Ride the tide, surf the waves, stay on top of the changes.
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel.
Call me Sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow.
I respect everybody, but at the same time, I carry myself with an aura that demands respect, too.
Betcha I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons, got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons.
I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours?
The party don't stop, til the casket drop.
We need to remain alert to what happens to the body when it is mediatised. Too often, the mediatised body is an anaesthetised body. I would be the last person to argue that the body signifies at some basic level that precedes or transcends its cultural inscriptions. Nevertheless, there is an ethical imperative not to conflate the body with its representations and mediations, but to remember that there is an actual body there somewhere, experiencing the consequences of what is being done to it.
This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
People ask me 'what was going through your mind in the race?' and I don't know. I try and. . . let my body do what it knows
Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience.