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Sometimes you sit back and nod, like they have a very valid point ( Read more... )

“Well… what now?” He exhales slowly, weighing his need for oxygen against his desire for resolution ( Read more... )

“For the last time, pal, you’ve got it all wrong,” I say. “It’s not about who sacks the hottest broad, and it’s not about who’s got the best grades in this goddamned reformatory for trust fund kids like us ( Read more... )

Inspire me with love for my art and for thy creatures. In the sufferer let me see only the human being.

The days are too long, the nights are too short, the streetlights are too bright.

Somewhere between here and there and never.

I'm kind of afraid of being, you know, perpetually stuck in the middle.

I suppose I should  start writing again.

One man's subtle is another's sub-text.

 Two and a half weeks is not a very long time.

But, my god.

I think I'll have dinner with Mr. Tzu tonight at the new Indian restaurant.

Sit as little as possible. Give no credence to any thought that was not born outdoors while moving about freely.

I want nothing to do with the day-to-day, or staying in one place for any longer than bearable. I'd live in and out of airports and motels, given the choice.

I have no contracts with any person; I have no commitments or other obligations ( Read more... )

well, why not?

this place has such a prepossessing cadence after dark.

i suppose here,now is as good a place,time as any.

here's to reinvention, hmm?