cause that is all we knew
we drank liquor, smoked crack,
escorted prostitutes around in our car,
hoping for a bisquit, or a small dead bird,
a song sweetly sung; that no one ever heard.
I listen to Queen. “Another One Bites the Dust.” The soundtrack of my life.
Countless times she was quoted for her famous remark that “monogamy is a prison that free people voluntarily check themselves in for the duration of their lives.” And “can anything be more depressing and boring in life than fucking the same person over and over again, for decades?”
And I wonder if we are always standing at the street corner eating each other’s hearts.
In essence, there’s only one advert that can placate the masses. It’s by the surfers, slicing through the whitecaps like rotten pomegranates. It’s a thirty second trance, with a Magritte bowler hat, floating over roadkill.
i would certainly suck the islamic terrorists' cocks to save alysa li
The club isn’t so different than Plato’s cave, she thought one night after getting home from work, and while staring for a long time into her aquarium admiring its latest tenants.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub
