ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.
If you own a rug you own too much.
Details are the Life of Prose.
We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.
Geniuses can be scintillating and geniuses can be somber, but it's that inescapable sorrowful depth that shines through-originality.