The Conformist
Carmen Cornue
“Can beauty save us?”
“It can,” as I kiss her open mouth.
“Can beauty save us?”
“It can,” as I kiss her open mouth.
I was on my way to guitar lessons, then Pure Math tutoring.
I didn’t say anything about your job or your Mark Twain or anything. There’s nothing wrong with working in a factory, there’s nothing wrong with bowling, there’s nothing wrong with having a Star Wars room…
You can see the universe in anyone's eyes
I pushed open the door and he was the only guy inside, about to unzip at the far urinal.
Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.
I was pleased beyond all measure at finally reading what I had been avoiding reading.
“Once in a while, somebody is interested in what I might have to say. This somebody says, ‘I want to hear you out. I want to hear you out until there’s nothing left. I want you to tell me everything
But the merch guy was always your ticket in.
He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.