Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a...
It smells terrible in here.'Well, what do you expect? The human body, when confined, produces certain odors which we tend to forget in this age of deodorants and other perversions. Actually, I find th...
I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
…perverts around the world will also band together to capture the military in their respective countries. In those reactionary countries in which the deviates seem to be having some trouble in gaining...
Oh, my God! Ignatius bellowed from the front of the house. What an egregious insult to good taste.
Her logic was a combination of half-truths and clichés, her worldview a compound of misconceptions deriving from a history of our nation as written from the perspective of a subway tunnel.
I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically, She burns.
I don’t believe that my particular body structure is easily adaptable to that type of device,
Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.
Employers sense in me a denial of their values...They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century which I loathe.
It would bring all of my latent anxieties to a head, and the result, I fear, would be very ugly indeed.
But I knew the way the people in the town thought about things. They always had some time left over from their life to bother about other people and what they did. They thought they had to get togethe...
He resented my worldview rather actively.
Myrna was not astigmatic; the lenses were clear glass; she wore the glasses to prove her dedication and intensity of purpose.
This river is famed in atrocious song and verse; the most prevalent motif is one which attempts to make of the river an ersatz father figure. Actually, the Mississippi River is a treacherous and sinis...
Just look at my sweater, you disgusting monster.Only the most flamboyant offal would be seen in a miscarriage like that. You must have some shame or at least some taste in dress.
You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.