Among its many emblems, our society wears that of the talking sex. The sex which one catches unawares […]
Author: @MinorLits
The closest I had to a father growing up was a pink vibrator I found in my mother’s […]
W-e-e-e-e-e-ell, said the man, saying his vowels in between shallow breaths as he stroked the deep cleft in his […]
There was a brief craze years ago, over an optical illusion poster which to the naked eye seemed […]
In a house is the silence of what is a home. We either keep a man out or […]
A year ago today I went to take pictures of an abandoned amusement park. There were few other […]
1 Amanda is sitting on the train, reading a book. It is Memoirs of Hadrian, by Marguerite Yourcenar. 2 The […]
When is the wedding? slurs the homeless man, you make such a beautiful couple. His comrades merry in […]
I recall that Susana once objected to the use of the phrase “fat cats” for big businessmen, because her love of cats prevented her from accepting any negative feline references, but I put my foot down and it stuck.
The key is to have a religion then lose it then find a new one. To become a master of something. Kung fu, say, or fucking. To look at all times as if one is flexing all the muscles especially the ones in the center of everything.
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