"A woman who wants to be
treated like a Queen can neither like nor ask a man to go down on
his knees to propose his love for her; because upon bowing down
before her by him, he will then never be respected as King by the
intelligent people as the prestige of an emperor is measured
always by his capacity & capability to stand on his two feet.
"
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
You told me, "think about it" well I did.
Now I dont wanna feel a thing anymore.
Now I dont wanna feel a thing anymore.
"Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked. 'I only
repeat myself because you really do not seem that eager.' He held
it up, smiling. He was wearing a baggy silk suit with great big
orange buttons. A bright tie, electric-blue, flopped down his
front, and on his hands were big white gloves, like the kind
Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck always wore.Yes, sure,' George said,
looking into the stormdrain.And a balloon? I’ve got red and
green and yellow and blue...'Do they float?'Float?' The clown’s
grin widened. 'Oh yes, indeed they do. They float! And there’s
cotton candy...'George reached.The clown seized his arm.And
George saw the clown’s face change.What he saw then was
terrible enough to make his worst imaginings of the thing in the
cellar look like sweet dreams; what he saw destroyed his sanity
in one clawing stroke.They float,' the thing in the drain crooned
in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its
thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible
darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it
bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. George craned his
neck away from that final blackness and began to scream into the
rain, to scream mindlessly into the white autumn sky which curved
above Derry on that day in the fall of 1957. His screams were
shrill and piercing, and all up and down Witcham Street people
came to their windows or bolted out onto their porches.They
float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down
here with me, you’ll float, too–'George's shoulder socked
against the cement of the curb and Dave Gardener, who had stayed
home from his job at The Shoeboat that day because of the flood,
saw only a small boy in a yellow rain-slicker, a small boy who
was screaming and writhing in the gutter with muddy water surfing
over his face and making his screams sound bubbly.Everything down
here floats,' that chuckling, rotten voice whispered, and
suddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony,
and George Denbrough knew no more.Dave Gardener was the first to
get there, and although he arrived only forty-five seconds after
the first scream, George Denbrough was already dead. Gardener
grabbed him by the back of the slicker, pulled him into the
street...and began to scream himself as George's body turned over
in his hands. The left side of George’s slicker was now bright
red. Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole
where his left arm had been. A knob of bone, horribly bright,
peeked through the torn cloth.The boy’s eyes stared up into the
white sky, and as Dave staggered away toward the others already
running pell-mell down the street, they began to fill with
rain."Saddest part of the entire book.
"Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths.
Grownups are the real monsters he thought." ~Stephen Kings'
It
EVERY MAN HAS
TWO MEN IN HIM.
A KING
AND A FOOL. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN
YOU'VE FOUND A QUEEN?
WHEN SHE SPEAKS
TO THE KING IN
YOU
Jesus
The Way.
The Truth.
The Light.
King of Kings.
Lord of Lords.
Savior of Man Kind.
True Love of Mine.
JESUS
Imagine living like a king someday,
a single night without a ghost in the walls.
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