December 2010
12 posts
“We need some Durex… Duracell… DURAFLAMES!
It’s cold in here.”
– me and vino
Gaston
I met the blue-eyed devil at a dimly lit bar in downtown Chicago. He sat down next to me and said, with one brow raised, “You know, every last inch of me’s covered with hair.” I began to wonder if anyone has ever fulfilled a bestiality fantasy through him. “No one has ever denied me, baby,” he said. “I’m roughly the size of a barge.” I let him buy me a drink. I could see my reflection in his...
Je déteste que mon français est trés pauvre. Mais, parfois, une autre langue suffit pour ce que vous voulez dire. Et ceci, je veux dire: Je suis souvent déçu et je suis trés bien avec celui. Mais, s’il vous plaît, ne me dites rien. Je peux continuer sans vous.
“L’habitude du desespoir est pire que le desespoir lui-meme.”
l'hiver
It was miniature—fitting snugly in my pocket—and powder only fell when an earthquake struck. Godlike, I would create the tremors that ran up your legs the same way my hands used to when you were life-size. Remember the dents in the walls where you threw your fists or the scars along my collarbone where you last bit me? I didn’t mind so much that you always stood stubbornly...
Sangria and Cereal
1) The worst reading experience that you have ever had? I hate On the Road with a passion. I also have a strong disliking for Huck Finn. I’m sure there are more I could to add to the list that have been forced upon me throughout my education.
2) The best reading experience you have ever had? The Harry Potter series never fails to comfort me. 3) Which book has affected or influenced...
Seriously, how do I read House of Leaves?
No, but really. Because I tried that once. Got to page 120. There are footnotes that go on for pages. And then notes to those footnotes. And by the time I get to the end of that path, I have to backtrack 20 pages to get to the main text. And I don’t know how the hell to read this without losing my god damn mind. And maybe that’s the point, but it’s either this or Infinite...