Like so many named places in California it was less an identifiable city than a grouping of concepts--census tracts, special purpose bond-issue districts, shopping nuclei, all overlaid with access roa...
Do you remember, during the war, when Porky worked in a defense plant? He and Bugs Bunny. That was a good one too.
And when Franz Ferdinand pays, everybody pays!
So that while others may look on the laws of physics as legislation and God as a human form with beard measured in light-years and nebulae for sandals, Faust's kind (poets) are alone with the task of...
The past, hey no shit, it's an open invitation to wine abuse.
She had lost just too much control, time was rushing all around her, these were rapids, and as far ahead as she could see it looked like Brock's stretch of the river, another stage, like sex, children...
Параноята е чесънът в кухнята на живота, винаги можеш да сложиш още малко, нали?
Strange, strange are the dynamics of oil and the ways of oilmen.
Our product is still totally DeepArcher?Which is…Like ‘departure’, only you pronounce it DeepArcher?Zen thing, Maxine guesses.Weed thing.
Meantime the Newspaper of Record goes around in a little pleated skirt shaking pompoms, leaping in the air with an idiot grin if so much as a cement mixer passes by.
Can I say something out loud? Is anybody listening?Everybody. Nobody. Does it matter?
Миналото - не думай! - е отворена покана за злоупотреба с вино.
Got a hardon in my fist,Don't be pissed,Re-enlist--Snap--to, Slothrop!Jackson, I don't give a fuck,Just give me my ruptured duck!Snap--to, Slothrop!No one here can love or comprehend me,They just look...
C’est magnifique, mais ce n’est pas la guerre
You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are...
Roger's heart grows erect, and comes. That's really how it feels. Up sharply to skin level in a V around his centerline, washing over his nipples... it is love, it is amazing.
Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek.
Nobody wanted to hear about all the Preterite, the many God passes over when he chooses a few for salvation. William argued holiness for these second Sheep, without whom there'd be no elect. You can b...
[...] times of great idealism carry equal chances for great corruptibility.
Lovely morning, World War Two.