I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?
I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.
How can I tell McDermott that this is a very disjointed time of my life and that I notice the walls have been painted a bright, almost painful white and under the glare of the fluorescent lights they...
He’s the boy next door, aren’t you honey? No I’m not, I whisper to myself. I’m a fucking evil psychopath.
Hello, Halberstam, Owen says, walking by.Hello, Owen, I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask h...
Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.
Disappear here.
Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally?
Cualquiera que fuera el interés que compartían se evaporó tan rápido que pareció no haber existido en absoluto. Robby se nos acercó penosamente bajo el destello de las luces del centro comercial y de...
Bigfoot was interviewed on The Patty Winters Show this morning and to my shock I found him surprisingly articulate and charming.
At the casting sessions it was all boys and though I wasn’t exactly bored I didn’t need to be there, and songs constantly floating in the car keep commenting on everything neutral encased within the w...
And though it has been in no way a romantic evening, she embraces me and this time emanates a warmth I’m not familiar with. I am so used to imagining everything happening the way it occurs in movies,...
And as the elevator descends, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even farther down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst.
When I look over at Luis in one brief flashing moment his head looks like a talking vagina and it scares the bejesus out of me...
Nonchalant,
And reduce the influence of political action committees.
You don't think it's– and now she looks around the restaurant before leaning in, whispering–AIDS?Oh no, nothing like that, I say, though immediately I wish I had paused long enough before answering to...
Why not end up with her? floats into my line of vision. An answer: she has a better body than most other girls I know. Another one: everyone is interchangeable anyway.
Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick? she asks softly, then sips her wine.Maybe because I’m hostile, I spit out. Maybe because you sense this.
Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?