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Brains are an imprecise science, in short. Easy to fake and even easier to deceive.
I wrote, I learned, and I fucked—it was a classic liberal arts education.
As democratic as the tax code, as voracious as a black hole, as weightless as a fart, the Internet has made writers out of everyone, and it has made publishing into a short-term con, but I digress.
He seemed to mistake passion for love, and insanity for passion.
Run to its inevitable end, fecundity will always turn to decay.
language always fails, especially in death.
one or two may technically be guilty of manslaughter, or what I like to call “insufficiently ambitious homicide.”
I am a whore, but I am a print whore, and I miss cracking spines to see myself splayed open in wet, glossy spreads of luscious, expansive prose. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for print media, and for me.
But spending time with a lawyer is much like spending time with a therapist, which is to say that while your conversations may run to the intimate, when your time is up you never hear from them again.
Our female friends, the close ones, are the mini-breaks we take from the totalitarian work it requires to keep up the performance of being female.
