I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
I want to be violated by insight.
We're all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there's too much thought and not enough heart.