Cable TV, the internet:this was the sanctuary to which I fled.A kind of test lab forthe comparison instinct.
To me you’d make the best stenciled graffiti patternin a nearly exclusive alley, seen by 10 people a year.I’ll get the cardboard as soon as I can flatteryou with a refrigerator box, smiling from ear to ear.
What is it?
The thing that I desire?The object that sets my heart afire?I thought that I had it twice before,Only to find as I opened the…
You’redreaming upa magic incantation that compels us to go to war.
This cul-de-sac was cold as fuck,but you let me crash on your bed before night classes.While I was asleep, you shot a music videofeaturing hot dogs and misogyny,backed by dusty boom boxes and portable CD players.
hell is… for… many, perhaps most, young men… the seafloor
let´s trade monsters like if they are baseball cards, he said.he called me “page-oriented…