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 like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?
I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono’s head in orange wavy letters: I … am … the … devil … and I am … just … like … you …
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...
Did I do this on purpose? What do you think? Or did I do this accidentally?
Danny is on my bed and depressed because Ricky was picked up by a break dancer at the Odyssey on the night of the Duran Duran look-alike contest and murdered.
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 by the way, did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Garfield but run over and skinned and then someone threw an ugly Ferragamo sweater over you before they rushed you to the vet? Fusil...
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.
All it comes down to is this: I feel like shit but look great.
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?
Who Dunnit?' profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all.
This isn't a script, Julian says. It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act.
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called ‘Los Angeles’ and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for...
On The Patty Winters Show this morning a Cheerio sat in a very small chair and was interviewed for close to an hour.