Wednesday, 4 August 2010

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Today, someone thought you were hot. You were outside today; you walked by someone else. Everybody in this building tonight had their ass checked out by someone else. And I don’t care if you think you are like a duffel bag with two legs; I don’t care if you think that you came out of the chute wrong, you don’t like your hairline, you don’t like the way the eyes sit in the front of your head, you think your ears are too big, you’re too hairy here, and not enough hair here. It does not matter. You walked by and someone went: ‘Damn, I’m gonna hit that shit, man.’ Okay, so you are hot. No matter what you look like, you are hot. And hopefully you find that person who thinks you’re hot and you think they’re hot, and you have a hot time, together. Or maybe you don’t. Or maybe the people who think you’re hot, you don’t think they’re hot, but someone thinks you’re hot. And so, never think that you’re not hot, all of you.

Henry Rollins.

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Jeff Bridges.

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