I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.

What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me.

I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.

I don't know why I write what I write.

She sits before me, sullen but hopeful, characterless, about to dissolve into tears. I squeeze her hand back, moved, no, touched by her ignorance of evil. She has one more test to pass. Do you own a briefcase?” I ask her, swallowing.

I think basically most men are misogynistic.