I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely...
How do you give someone a piece of sky? Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
His eyes were the color of agony...
God damn, you were so beautiful, Mama.
A KEY WORD*** Imagined
I don't want to stand in naked silence, pathetically unaware of how to be.
Сначала краски.Потом люди.Так я обычно вижу мир.Или, по крайней мере, пытаюсь.
Llevó el Führer? La pregunta los sorprendió
You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.
We might be criminals, but we’re not totally immoral
Un pequeño detalle: Morirás.
Un ojo abierto, el otro soñando.
Then the music begins and we can both hear the slow, quiet, sweet desperation of a song I won’t mention. Imagine the softest, toughest, most beautiful song you know, and you’ve got it.
The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color.
The stars set fire to my eyes.
The rot started
The day was gray, the color of Europe.
The Proclaimers thunder through my head.Imagine it.Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will...
Statues with beating hearts.
Sometimes when life robs you, you have to rob it back.