April 2011
9 posts
“I wrote [Letters to Emma Bowlcut] because writing is occupying and satisfying...”
– Bill Callahan
Quickly Aging Here →
by Denis Johnson
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nothing to drink in the refrigerator but juice from the pickles come back long dead, or thin catsup. i feel i am old now, though surely i am young enough? i feel that i have had winters, too many heaped cold and dry as reptiles into my slack skin. i am not the kind to win and win. no i am not that kind, i can hear my wife yelling, “goddamnit, quit running over,”...
“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched form the start and you...”
– Ernest Hemingway (via iitns, tobia, thegreatcollapse)
