Her pig-headed enthusiasm to be wronged was itinerant.
I was starting to have concerns I'd made poor reason in leaving her. Cutting one's-self free from hellish derision and abuse is all well and fine, but it is imprudent to think of one's torments as people in their own right. Particularly when they are vocally injured by one's absence.
Girls, learn from my mistakes: Don't think about how sad your violent ex-husband, drunken deadbeat baby-daddy or (case in point) domineering fascista mother will be when you're gone. That is, perhaps unhelpful.
Today, an older lady suggested I was on par with James Joyce based on a five minute conversation. She took down my name and told me she looked forward to reading about me based entirely on my cadence whilst talking about the weather.
Such heady praise, and I'm barely two weeks gone. Forget your pseudoaphorisms about suffering for art; it's all crap. Living Colour bruises are likely less than condusive to tearing open the sky to cast the cities at your feet.
I was starting to have concerns I'd made poor reason in leaving her. Cutting one's-self free from hellish derision and abuse is all well and fine, but it is imprudent to think of one's torments as people in their own right. Particularly when they are vocally injured by one's absence.
Girls, learn from my mistakes: Don't think about how sad your violent ex-husband, drunken deadbeat baby-daddy or (case in point) domineering fascista mother will be when you're gone. That is, perhaps unhelpful.
Today, an older lady suggested I was on par with James Joyce based on a five minute conversation. She took down my name and told me she looked forward to reading about me based entirely on my cadence whilst talking about the weather.
Such heady praise, and I'm barely two weeks gone. Forget your pseudoaphorisms about suffering for art; it's all crap. Living Colour bruises are likely less than condusive to tearing open the sky to cast the cities at your feet.
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but i am a fan of joyce and also of beckett