Totally just figured out how to upload blog posts from word, about three years behind everyone else. Here is a sample of my thinky thought pamphlet to start making up for things.
his brother and sister glare at him like maybe if he weren't around they could have nice things.
cheerfully unrepentant sociopaths
I could have gone to Reed and gotten really pretentious. Instead I came here and got kinda gay.
Mr. Picciotto: 'Do you drink copious amounts of coffee before coming to class?'
Student While Jittering: 'Nooooooo, I'm liiiiike thisssss allllll the timmmmme.'
when someone tells you who they are, listen.
He looks, for the first time since she met him, tired
a kindergarten teacher whose class are all armed with semi-automatics and filled with sugar and hate
that's my weapon right there
and as long as he was breathing he would Know Things about Shit
Bert's eyelashes were long and thick and his bones were thin as grass stalks. He could walk on his hands, recite the periodic table backwards, and set the whole damn thing to music.
get the hell out of Gomorrah
YES WE ARE ALIVE.
Do you think any of us are in a situation we want to be in here?
"Welcome to the new church! Can I get an amen!"
Ninety-eight years of love. He supposed he could have done worse for himself.
Floyd and Georgia are gettin' married…
Narratophilia
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