In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

Not long ago, a novelist could believe he could have an effect on our consciousness of terror. Today, the men who shape and inflence human consciousness are the terrorists.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

I don't consider myself paranoid at all. I think I see things exactly as they are.

days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

holes are interesting. there are books about holes.