We gotta get out of this town, I said. YOU gotta get out of this town, he said, speak for yourself. I got no issues here. Regardless, I said, I gotta get out of this town. It’s closing in on me, can’t breathe, can’t think. It’ll pass, he said, see if it don’t. It ain’t goin nowhere, not passing through. It’s here and it’s staying. Mmmhmmm. I mean it, I said, I’m done here. This was March, by the...
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life is an exercise in impulse control
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opposable thumbs and non-procreative sex are what separate us from the animals
No idea is original. Eco said that we can no longer talk of things in our own words, only other people’s. I guess to refer to what Eco said is to prove his point. We refer to love songs and famous writers. The post-modern lover can’t feel any feelings that haven’t already been felt. The other day I said something, it was funny. The guy I was talking to laughed, and said -Who said...
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the kind of girl you'd read about in new wave... →
It’s not about working hard. It’s about feeling... →
a vonnegut short →
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Mildred Loving was just as fine as wine and I bet she was muy simpatico had to be. Hey Mildred How you? Forget about the commonwealth Virginia Wolff had a nice profile, but she wasn’t much to look at from the front. une jolie laide. you can’t expect anyone to love you forever. Not even if they fall deep, deep, in love with you and then, while loving you, fall deep, deep, into a coma or quicksand...
the perfect stool →