Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
It’s an article on your hero, Donald Trump. McDermott grins.
It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care.Yeah? I ask.What do you care about? What makes you happy?Nothing. Nothing make me happy. I like nothing.
I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.
I'm also staring at the fortune cookie. Its got a lot of blood on it and I shrug and say, as jovially as I can, Oh, you know me.
I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body
I say, staring at her, quite clearly but muffled by Pump Up the Volume and the crowd, You are a fucking ugly bitch I want to stab to death and play around with your blood, but I’m smiling. I
I mean I tell her I'm sensitive. I told her I was freaked out by the Challenger accident—what more does she want?
Fear never shows up and the party ends early.
El pasado no es real. Sólo es un sueño.
Certainly, in the spring of 2013 I hadn't fucked up as many gay lives as Bill Clinton had.
And as things fell apart Nobody paid much attention Talking Heads
If you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.
A flood of reality. I get an odd feeling that this is a crucial moment in my life and I'm startled by the suddenness of what I guess passes for an epiphany. There is nothing of value I can offer her....
Suddenly I’m seized by a minor anxiety attack. There are too many fucking movies to choose from.
There are so many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were...
The topic on The Patty Winters Show this morning was Has Patrick Swayze Become Cynical or Not?
Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I'm not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a chec...
La noria vacía se alza ante nosotros ucando pasamos por su lado, un círculo impreciso apenas visible en la bruma, y, si exceptuamos unos pescadores mexicanos, no hay nadie alrededor.
I want to take you away from this, I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. From sushi and elves and... STUFF.