Sex is a fetish war -- a battle of trinkets of desire

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Still, it was only morning.

He wasn't sure if I was joking.

drunkards indulge, addicts abuse

Practice has perfected disengagement.

You can tell your doctor the truth Even if no one else will stop and listen He or she may have a balm for it To help make it go away Or at least go into remission Remission is the staging area for Lies Corporate and otherwise We don’t have

I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...

39. They put each of us in solitary confinement. Jacinto's room was long and narrow. Mine was a white cubicle. Alice's reminded me of a dank basement when they threw her in. Then, after three days of bread and water, the…

The husband entered my friend's home and shot him dead

When her mind was good

People usually take fonts for granted.

"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing. ¶ He's honestly curious, from his point of view.

I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo

Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seeingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…

Why are we not the clouds?

We were at a friend’s house warming party, and Wendy lounged about with a suspicious smoke between her fingers beside me, after a while saying, “What is Being, anyway?”