Unable to sleep past 7am, no matter how late I go to bed. Wake up.
When Oscar Wilde created Dorian Gray, I'm sure he wasn't thinking about a new Gothic perspective of decadent hedonism on Faustian proportions. I think he just wanted a 6-pack forever, and still be able to eat a Big Mac every day. But if Dorian Gray never opened up what ended up being his own personal Pandora's box, wouldn't he still just be beautiful today?
You'll never catch me looking at that painting, much less plunging a knife into it. What a douchebag.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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