Death or Sex?
Don’t Leave Me
The last words from Chris Farley to the prostitute he was with before he died. We can only guess if he was asking her for another round or if he was urging himself to keep holding on to life. He passed out, she left, he died
I am vertical
But I would rather be horizontal
From such an accomplished author hard to accept the horrid but, rather redundancy. But it is so poetic we can overlook that
Out of context any reasonable person would believe she is talking about sex. Since it came from Sylvia Plath it’s likely something else
She is talking about doing bench press instead of squats. That’s so very wrong. Almost as wrong as carbon monoxide asphyxiation
That's Doing it Right
