I didn’t want to be in charge of the emergency exit so I conspired to move and got a row all to myself.
We can't take it in every time the heater doesn't fire up in two minutes. We've been over this. All of those garages are crooked. Look at what they charge for labor, people with master's degrees don't make that much.
Clocks are jackhammers that are never done digging and their engines are powered by the earth’s rotation and can never be halted.
Suicide was on the agenda but we never got around to it.
Maybe next time.
Only shallow people choose even numbers.
Can you so easily change who you are? Can you transform yourself?
I’m not talking about metamorphosis. Just a few simple lifestyle changes.
All for the better?
I think so and wish you would to. What I’m doing, I’m doing for the both of us.
That’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard.
An interesting concept that he didn’t fully pull off. More a catalog of his own erudition than anything else. It’s the type of thing only those who find erudition a worthwhile pursuit in and of itself would find satisfying.
Odes to Byron and Keats are fine but why not celebrate the music that is truly you. Music that comes from your soul. That is what you have to train your ears to hear.
Drivel. Pure, romantic drivel. There isn’t any such phantom as a soul.
How can anyone who thinks that way write so beautifully?
Because it is the one thing I do well.
That looks so gay.
And I’m certain I have misspelled it twice since the age of thirty-five.
Fist or last.
Once each.
My, not at the same time I hope.
I like music that sounds as if it were composed by drugs, not a drug addled mind, not a musician on drugs, that’s all so trite but solely narcotics without any human interference or processing.
Oh, Peter not here you pervert. My parents are meeting us in ten minutes.
That’s what they strive for. The peas with the peas and the corn with the corn. How about striving to have no moldy peaches, you nefarious wasps.
It makes sense that she never knew what I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.
3 comments:
I love this, especially the "music composed by drugs" part.
and the soul part.
well, all of it I guess.
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