Writing is a concentrated form of thinking.

He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.

The less important you are in an office, the more they expect the happy smile.

In our world we sleep and eat the image and pray to it and wear it too.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

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

We commit our crimes at night and reveal ourselves in the high noon of studio lights.