The Rose of No Man’s Land
Benjamin Bond West
“...symbols of the divine show up in our world initially at the trash stratum. Or so I told myself.” – VALIS
“There’s a rose that grows on no man’s land, and it’s wonderful to see” – The Rose of No
“...symbols of the divine show up in our world initially at the trash stratum. Or so I told myself.” – VALIS
“There’s a rose that grows on no man’s land, and it’s wonderful to see” – The Rose of No
All Rachel ever wanted to be was a reality TV star. Rachel didn’t mind which show she ended up on, as long as she became famous and had at least 3 brand deals behind her.
Alice scoops the teeth up and puts them back in her mouth, slipping them into the holes they were ripped from. She is not sure where else they would go.
I thought he’d text back “lolz.” Twin tower memes were funny now.
Okay, you know how I like to go to the bathroom. We’ve talked about it at sessions over and over again.
The guy stood up straight as if physically smacked. I ran up behind her and pushed my finger against the inside of my sweatshirt and couldn’t think of anything productive to add so I just yelled, “Yeah!” and hiccuped.
such as the obligatory Ramones cos of bullshit merch culture I thought and turned the hanger seeing Queen, Queen, Queen, Blur-n-Oasis, Queen, Wu-Tang, Queen, Nirvana, The Cure, Slayer, Joy Division
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…
Before you can go to introduce yourself, she reaches in her mouth and pulls out his tongue.
But the merch guy was always your ticket in.
He never returns. That summer, it is just Olive and Rhea.
It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.
“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.
“I’m a Halloweenie.”
“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.
I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.
I have the feeling that, if she wished, Tiff could control me entirely through simple elbow voodoo; just a loose jet-lagged tilt and I would fall to the floor, start foaming at the mouth.
She said she was mad because I portrayed her as a vaguely inconvenient antagonist side character.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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