Pinesatz is standing again. He and Marie seem unaware of time, unaware that Louane is watching them, unaware of waiting for Wendy with the car. Every glance is a hook. Every gleam is a glance. Every stanza is a room. She vies for it.

I didn’t have toothpicks. You looked at me as if it summed up everything about me.

The world can still be viewed as a drop Of rain, but not all the tears can Be revealed as such. Stories swirling inside are constantly Shifting gears, searching for the lost highway, and Sometimes finding it. There is plenty of love Going…

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No, I just liked what it said "All at Once Is What Eternity Is" which seemed right to my seventeen year old mind, explained it all to me the way nothing else did. I matted the poster in art class and put it in a frame over my bed. Betty hated the poster.

"Think of every sexual partner you've ever had. I'm nothing like them. Unless you've ever slept with a bulimic German cellist called Elsa."

Weight of faithlessness... Mist Of bodily Existence Grave expectations for the future

At 5:12, the river turned silver, as if it were frozen. She traced the river's curves on the window with her finger, wishing it were her.

Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.

Out in the world again, pretending to belong.

William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)

They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.

I want to tell you things you do not know.

My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss

For another man she raced through infinite wounds and fists in a monsoon forest. Hands tied to her lover’s for a dance, a roulette of paper cranes exploding across the sky. Cascaded into the sea of black eyelashes.