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Peter Sotos
Born
in Chicago, The United States
April 17, 1960
Genre
Influences
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Index
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published
1998
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6 editions
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Selfish, Little: The Annotated Lesley Ann Downey
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published
2004
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4 editions
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Tool
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published
2013
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Lazy
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published
2000
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Total Abuse: Collected Writings 1984-1995
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published
1996
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4 editions
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Tick
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published
2000
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2 editions
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Proxy: Pornography, 1991-2000
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published
2005
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Comfort and Critique
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published
2005
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2 editions
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Predicate
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published
2005
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Mine
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published
2013
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“Pornography won’t be enough. Because it never is. Sooner or later, all niggers want to touch the real thing. All dogs want to smell and taste the true information. All artists want to make their fantasies reality. And everyone with a cock wants to use it to fall in love.”
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“Who frightened you? Who hurt you?
Far too young to be protecting someone, yet that's the obvious answer: What's inside that little stupid twitch and dodge? Who taught you to do that? Why would you protect the person who hurt you? So they could do it again? Does that overwhelming selfdestroyed - what? Instinct? - at such a brand new age make any real fucking sense? Were you born this fucked up? How does all that fear soak down into those brittle bones that fucking quick?
They take care of you, don't they? They protect you. And you already know that there's nothing else outside? Nothing better? What else can you do? Is that it? There's so many more good hours than bad, aren't there? Warm times, I guess, when you play and when you show off to the audience that chose you.
You do what they say. And they haven't told you what's bad yet. Right? It doesn't hurt; really, does it? And all the time passes away so quickly. Into baby time. Into what you do whenever you want time.
No one really did hurt you, did they? Why would they want to? You're too pretty. too perfect, too valuable. Aren't you?”
― Tick
Far too young to be protecting someone, yet that's the obvious answer: What's inside that little stupid twitch and dodge? Who taught you to do that? Why would you protect the person who hurt you? So they could do it again? Does that overwhelming selfdestroyed - what? Instinct? - at such a brand new age make any real fucking sense? Were you born this fucked up? How does all that fear soak down into those brittle bones that fucking quick?
They take care of you, don't they? They protect you. And you already know that there's nothing else outside? Nothing better? What else can you do? Is that it? There's so many more good hours than bad, aren't there? Warm times, I guess, when you play and when you show off to the audience that chose you.
You do what they say. And they haven't told you what's bad yet. Right? It doesn't hurt; really, does it? And all the time passes away so quickly. Into baby time. Into what you do whenever you want time.
No one really did hurt you, did they? Why would they want to? You're too pretty. too perfect, too valuable. Aren't you?”
― Tick
“I don't fucking read while l wait for something to happen in here. Someone to come in. I have to sit now. Most times, I try hard to sober the fuck up. Whereas before, when I was younger and thinner, I would just get in and out. Seeing nothing going on meant I would find the place and my situation absolutely intolerable. I sickened myself quicker and quicker each time. And I knew all about the kinds of fat mouth slobs that would sit there and wait for someone like me to chew on.”
― 1. Obviates: Predicate, Show Adult
― 1. Obviates: Predicate, Show Adult
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