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"..These borderline characters can out-bitch any fag."

..the voice of a ghost: When the sun goes out/You can light the city/ With my burning body.

You want nostalgia? Let your past, in the most remote and seedy bars of the continent, haunt you.

Want to destroy your friendships? Form a band. Want to destroy a band? Give its members time, feed them candy, coke, ideological warfare, propaganda, fascism.

History repeats itself. First as a tragedy and then as a tragedy and then as a tragedy, and then again.

.. declared, mournfully, that certain places in the city were over. These places are never over, I said. What I didn’t say: It’s not the city that’s over— it’s you.

Hell is such a goyish, Catholic concept.

I felt the pressure of alien bodies against my paltry chest, as though my bones were moving independently of what I was asking them to do, a pulsing towards the stage that came from behind but that wouldn’t let go of my simple body.

In retrospect, maybe I was bathing so much because of the taste this kind of revolution left me with after our talks—cheap, juvenile, papier mâché.

..we spent that summer in a limbo of vintage American laziness,

Underneath its impossible architecture, angry currents of water collected the bodies of the dead and carried them away. With the same ravishing gesture rises this text: from sarcasm and anguish, irony and scandal; from, above all, history’s deceptive end.

Her stepmother loved it when things were sick. Her favorite books were true-life stories about drug-addicted fashion models who died horribly or prep school boys who turned out to be murderers.
She loved TV movies about people who seemed okay until they became obsessed with a coworker and wound up killing everyone in the office. - Because They Wanted To

His heart was soothed and slowed by her words, even if they didn't address its real unhappiness. — Tiny, Smiling Daddy

'No, nothing is all right. I'm a tired old man in a shitty world I don't want to be in. I go out there, it's like walking on knives. Everything is an attack - the ugliness, the cheapness, the rudeness, everything..’ — Tiny, Smiling Daddy

'There is an emotional distance that we have both accepted and chosen to work around, hoping the occasional contact - love, anger, something - will get through.’

‘... my father may love me but he doesn't love the way I live. ... even more complicated because I'm gay.'
'... because it still hurts me.' — Tiny, Smiling Daddy

I was also taking pains to ensure further writing, so as to set the record straight: writing as inoculation. As soon as something is written, it loses the power of surprise, just as a virus loses its advantage when a weakened virus has created alerted antibodies. So I achieved some immunity from further perilous ventures along these lines by writing my experience down.

Why should I wish to chronicle so carefully these extremely painful and unpleasant and lacerating memories? While it was I who wrote Junky, I feel that I was being written in Queer.

This disintegration of self-image often results in an indiscriminate image hunger. Billie Holliday said she knew she was off junk when she stopped
watching TV.

Boys and young men walked down the street arm in arm and no one paid them any mind. It wasn't that people didn't care what others thought; it simply would not occur to a Mexican to expect criticism from a stranger, nor to criticize the behavior of others.

"A toilet is not just a toilet. It's a life-saver, dignity-protector and opportunity-maker. Whoever you are, wherever you are, sanitation is your human right. And yet, today, 4.2 billion people live without safely managed sanitation" said Jack Slim, a philanthropist from Singapore who on the 19th of Novem-ber, 2001, founded the World Toilet Organization (WTO).

..Justin Bieber pissed in a restaurant mop bucket in New York in 2013.

'Cottaging' is a gay slang term, originating from the United Kingdom, and refers to anonymous sex between men in a public lavatory (also known as a "cottage" or "tea-room"). Before the gay liberation movement, public toilets were amongst the few places where men could meet others who they knew with certainty to be gay.

"I want to pee on you
but do you want me too?
pee on the world of man
you are my fountain fan"
-Dutch artist Melanie Bonajo

Human urine had plenty of uses in ancient Rome. It was widely used by tanners to produce leather, to bleach wool or just to wash dirty clothes. This is because urine contains urea, which transforms into am-monia—a substance that just so happens to be perfect for removing dirt and making whites whiter.

In response, Kennedy organised the Harvard Pee-In, where a group of outraged female Harvard activists took to the steps of the school's historic Lowell Hall and poured out jars of fake urine in order to shed light on the issue.

“You were sure that you couldn't do without us.
Reasonable enough, if you'll forgive me. But now that your houses too are about to consign themselves to the soil, now you call for time to go backwards, that we may feel the weight of the earth on our shoulders?”

“You were quick to free yourselves of us. It was right, too, the past belongs to the dead, we can agree on that. You were the eternal present and we the ballast, the imposture to be confined where a disbelieving voice recited the prayer for the dead..”

'We are a crowd of the invisible, banished swiftly from your lives, says Cola Forti, interrupting my confused thoughts, 'a crowd that remains in the obscurity of the village…”

I hated the great immortal peace that, as era followed era, constantly forced men into the same places as before, always the same places.