“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.” 

- Henry Rollins

Two questions I get asked a lot here on CS:  What kind of woman are you looking for?  How will you know when you have found her?

My answers:  I'm looking for a woman that I can't live without.  I'll know I've found her because I'll want her to be with me more than I want to breathe.

The best piece of advice I have ever received: "You aren't entitled to shit.  You get what you earn.  If you don’t work to improve yourself every day then you are wasting your life.  No matter what happens, never give up. Ever."

The second best: "You are alone in this life. Accept that, and appreciate the moments when you don’t feel so alone."

Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

Even the innocent carry within them

Their own guilt, in their own way.

No one makes it through this life

Without paying in one way, or another.

A little pearl of wisdom I just found on a forum I frequent. Good advice for anyone really, just change around the appropriate nouns and pronouns.

"Lastly, I leave you with this. It's a difficult lesson to be a man. It's a painful, self-sacrificing labor and part of the human condition to be a man. You must accept that much of your life and your ties to women rely on your honor and your good nature. Sadly, most of us choose our mates based on nothing more than a tiny dab of sexual experience and a lot of ignorance about human nature. The women you meet, fall in love with, screw, and hurt, are all human beings with complex pasts, desires and dreams. Treat each woman, no matter who she is, as if she is your best friend's girl. Give her respect, even if you don't choose to engage her in a meaningful way. Understand that she is a daughter, a sister, and someone's baby, and if she's not good enough to be kind to, then leave her alone. Your dealings with the chicks will come back to haunt you, and each shitty act will be revisited on you, or your children, or your future women. Trust me here...it really happens. Be a good man, a smart man, and an observant man, and women will not be a source of pain in your life. Take my word on it."

~ Tank Dempsey

I read this online in another's profile and found it to be almost perfect.

I am Master.

I am Master.

Not because I shout orders and fight, but because I do not have to shout, and only fight as a last resort.

I am Master.

Not because my name starts with a capital, but because I know my strengths, and my weaknesses.

I am Master.

Not because someone calls me "Master", but because I have mastered my inner self.

I am Master.

Not because I know more than you, but because I will listen to you, and share what little I do know.

I am Master.

Not because I demand blind obedience, but because when a slave gives herself to me totally, I am brought to my knees with the weight of her gift and the responsibility that comes with it.

I am Master.

Not because I strut and posture, but because I am strong enough to accept a slave's gift, and not run from it in fear.

I am Master.

Not because I am so very wonderful, but because I have been given something that many will never have, the gift of a slave's heart and soul.

“When she comes

She pulls you close

She breathes in short bursts

Her eyes close

Her head tilts back

Her mouth opens slightly

Her thighs turn to steel, and then melt

She is perfect

And you feel like you are everything.”

“We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.”
― R.A. Salvatore

We wanted to blast the world free of history.... picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.

"Imagine," Tyler said, "stalking deer past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles."

~Chuck Palahniuk

Such a small community,

yet so much crazy...

Saw this in another's profile and really liked it so I'm sharking it with some minor modifications. 

My demands for a potential partner:
- Trust me, depend on me, want me desperately.
- Include me in your deepest fantasies, sharing yourself openly.
- Agree to be my baby girl, my toy, my partner, and even my slave.
- Find release and liberty in bondage and the yielding of control.
- Present for punishments with a bare bottom and a bottle of lube.
- Risk discovery to please me by wearing a plug beneath your skirt.
- At the moment you feel the greatest fear, tell me exactly what you feel.

A nod to the original author, you summed it up perfectly.  If you are offended by the imitation, let me know and I'll remove it.

You are not the light of my life.

Making you happy isn't my greatest dream.

Your smile is not all I live for.

I've got my own stuff going on.

But you're strange and fascinating and I've never met anyone like you.

I want to give you everything

Just to see what you would do with it.

-XKCD