"Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn't shake us awake like a blow on the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we'd be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, write ( Read more... )

My dreams have been very vivid lately ( Read more... )

I watch the sun and the moon chase each other through the sky. Night into Day into Night, always ( Read more... )

I had something else I was writing but I have lost the taste to finish it. I know that later whatever was fueling it will kick in again and it will finish writing itself. But I feel the need to write something... So I'm going to tell you why I hate Christmas ( Read more... )

I keep looking over my right shoulder ( Read more... )

they say familiarity breeds contempt but it seems all we're looking for is someone who has the ability to be completely familiar with us.

"Guitar, Rhythm, Drum, Synth, Bass, Snare, Vocals in three different keys." Stacking music like the building blocks of towers made to touch the heavens. Things that were and are and could be ( Read more... )

( Me(Me) )

It was there, spoken not with her mouth, but with her suggestive eyes and sultry walk.

And it was in his voice as he rolled his chair closer, fingers steepled. "Now Tony, I'm going to tell you..."

Tonight is a night for secrets.

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Now, tell me a secret.

Our hands touch -- spreading, fingertips to palms, like waves forcefully clashing... breaking against each other, the tide it extends... desperately attempting to reach through the looking glass and to be something so like itself ( Read more... )