Sun on the creases of someone I love, shadows cut / our funny surface.

The 19th century word for “penis,” in one very well-written red-light district instruction manual for a battalion stationed in Moscow, is “instrument of physiological longing.”

Max excused himself to the restroom where he sat on the toilet, pants on to Google “how to break up with someone.”

There is a good case to be made that I am seeking amnesty in the United States because of the amount of paperwork required to simply exist in India

Bruce took one golf lesson at the local country club and rushed home to teach us what he knew: line your toes up in the direction you want to shoot, do not step as you swing like you do in baseball,

I stare into the drive-thru order box, the cars behind me now three deep.

Decision fatigue. That’s what my therapist calls it. Decision fatigue must be what renders me silent in the Taco Bell

My point here is that I no longer want my art practice to have a direct and negative impact on my personal relationships.

When you texted him something passive aggressive because he didn't answer your text in a timely manner, did he ignore you harder? Small dick energy (SDE).

You are such a hot cowboy and I feel so lucky that you’re with me in this, standing in these dark brain fields right now, I think to myself.

We knew, for example, that according to 23 and Me, White Water didn’t have even a trace of indigenous blood, not even Cherokee, not even if you went back four generations.

Story

Story

Wishfully thinking. Not really living up to those thoughts. I know it ain’t gonna happen and I know when this is over, I will go home, come back to my loneliness like clockwork.

Karen is tired.

Always those who wreak havoc having their way.

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And the rubber women were melting / Like gum on the hot pool deck

Mathematicians make use of rather interesting and imaginative leaps to explain mathematics, or to be the substance of mathematics in its own right. 

you can build the fist into a exclamation point

She was convinced that I was in the throes of a mental breakdown

and when I asserted that I was not, she’d shut down completely.

With Soft Core the whole book poured out of me in a weird ecstatic gush; I like to mindlessly word-vomit first, take a break and drink some kratom, then return to the word doc and start editing in a slower, more thoughtful way, so that it kind of feels like sculpting.

crumple my stupid heart / a thing of wire and feathers

Why do I miss us at our worst?

You’re so beautiful I see that everything is beautiful. A mudslide. A wound. A dead raccoon.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s like that theory of the universe, a big bang followed by expansion until collapse, a big crunch, then a big bang again, ad infinitum, so that my curling, turtling pizzle will pop out again, pop in, pop out, poppet, an endless eon’s worth of self-fucking of a higher kind, a higher cruel.

Best time to buy a bra / is right before the moon finishes / milking itself