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Coz liked the couch, he’d told her, because it relieved them both of the burden of eye contact.
Real
lame date (yet another) brooding behind dark bangs, sometimes glancing at the flat-screen TV, where a Jets game seemed to interest him more than Sasha’s admittedly overhandled
My type fr
Krista Boettcher liked this
aphrodisiac,
She smiled her yes/no smile.
The freak does that mean bro
“I’m always happy,” Sasha said. “Sometimes I just forget.”
He was a legal secretary.
Boring ass job
Sasha, who was thirty-five, had passed that point.
harp
Fire instrument
blown past the desired point of meaningful-connection-through-shared-experience into the less appealing state of knowing-each-other-too-well.
In fact the whole apartment, which six years ago had seemed like a way station to some better place, had ended up solidifying around Sasha, gathering mass and weight, until she felt both mired in it and lucky to have it—as if she not only couldn’t move on but didn’t want to.
digitization, which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh. Film, photography, music: dead. An aesthetic holocaust! Bennie knew better than to say this stuff aloud.
He spitting tbh
malapropism
clandestine
As he sipped, a sensation of pleasure filled his whole torso the way a snowfall fills up a sky. Jesus, he felt good.
cacophony
miasma
he was nothing—a guy on a john looking up at the nauseated face of a woman he’d wanted to impress.
ubiquitous
The other thousand eyes are closed.
Not really understanding this thousand eyes thing
quaaludes,
I can’t tell if she’s actually real, or if she’s stopped caring if she’s real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?
She was late returning to the jeeps;
Cn i be so fr i have no idea what im reading rn nd maybe its bci struggle to focus but i also think this is just hard to follow and idk who the narrator is
nascent
Albert, Cora, and Mildred, who peers at the lions through her bird-watching binoculars.
They keep adding characters and im too slow
It’s turning out to be a bad day, a day when the sun feels like teeth.
Im not sure i understand what this means
I feel a kind of anger that fills up my head sometimes and rubs out my thoughts like chalk.
“Jocelyn, you’ve got so much life in front of you,” she says. And when I believe her, for a minute, there’s a lifting over my eyes. Like walking out of a dark room.
Jocelyn pov
I still think of the Dildo days sometimes.
Hm
I felt no shame whatsoever in these activities, because I understood what almost no one else seemed to grasp: that there was only an infinitesimal difference, a difference so small that it barely existed except as a figment of the human imagination, between working in a tall green glass building on Park Avenue and collecting litter in a park. In fact, there may have been no difference at all.
one key ingredient of so-called experience is the delusional faith that it is unique and special, that those included in it are privileged and those excluded from it are missing out.
Vinegar: that’s what fear smells like.
Kathy was a Republican, one of those people who used the unforgivable phrase “meant to be”—usually when describing her own good fortune or the disasters that had befallen other people.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” he cried.
Im confused
how did I go from being a rock star to being a fat fuck no one cares about?
Story of my life
Time’s a goon, right? Isn’t that the expression?”
Get it bc the book is titled goon squad
“You get everything. Total access. You can watch me take a shit if you want to.”
morose behemoth
vicissitudes
Idek how to pronounce this
He’d slept with Kathy.
TEAAAAA
But a sardonic expression had taken up residence in her face, as if those blue eyes were rolling heavenward even as they gazed right at you.
Kinda beautful line
newly exposed by a discount version of her trademark blond chin-length cut.
B o b so they callng you bob
commingling
I want to fuck her (obviously) and then kill her, or possibly kill her in the act of fucking her (“fuck her to death” and “fuck her brains out” being acceptable variations on this basic goal). What I have no interest in doing is killing her and then fucking her, because it’s her life—the inner life of Kitty Jackson—that I so desperately long to reach.
Bro what is this book
a presentation before the grand jury followed by my indictment for attempted rape, kidnapping and aggravated assault; my present incarceration (despite the heroic efforts of Atticus Levi to raise my $500,000 bail) and impending trial, which is to begin this month—on the very day, as luck would have it, that Kitty’s new movie, Whip-poor-will Falls, opens nationally.
she’s taking six courses a semester plus summer school so she can graduate in three years.
Felt
affirming Alex’s recent theory that language acquisition involved a phase of speaking German.
That hilarious lmfao
What he needed was to find fifty more people like him, who had stopped being themselves without realizing it.
