She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.

The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…

His mother was not an aw-come-here-honey-and-give-me-a-hug type mom. She was the kind of mother who, if you had some kind of problem, would suggest that perhaps it might be a good idea to volunteer (she was really big on volunteering) at some sort of orga

so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown

I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.

He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.

“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.” “You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.

She said he was missing the whole point: it was a decoration, not an actual pillow. You were supposed to place it somewhere artful.

I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.

That's what friends told him.He looks at the unpacked boxes around the apartment, hoping he hadn't packed any of her stuff in his haste.

And so we conquered.

we try, we keep trying

that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.

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The world is full of dead dogs