When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.

The writer is driven by his conviction that some truths aren't arrived at so easily, that life is still full of mystery, that it might be better for you, Dear Reader, if you went back to the Living section of your newspaper because this is the dying section and you don't really want to be here.

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

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

Do people still shoot at presidents? I thought there were more stimulating targets.' (20)

Everyone who does not live in Berlin lives in Brooklyn now.

These are the days after. Everything now is measured by after.