Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.
The body ages. grows. passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.
I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.