Corpocracy is built on slavery, whether or not the word is sanctioned.
The sound is pristine, riverlike, spectral, hypnotic... intimately familiar. Luisa stands, entranced, as if living in a stream of time. “I know this music”.
The color of monotony is blue. Christmas.
The pollenless trees were genomed to repel bugs and birds; the stagnant air reeked of insecticide.
In the morning.” Fate is fond of booby-trapping those three little words.
On bad days you wonder, ‘Why not just back off from the war and lead a quiet metalife?
Beware idyllic names in the New World.
I heard a miaow nearby and looked down to see a moon-grey cat melting out of the shadows.
Keeping track of each of us would drive God quite insane.
How improbable must a coincidence be before it’s a sign?
He sees, and smells, that the mishap was caused by a large human turd.
You imagine blank verse is a liberation, but no. Discard rhyme, you discard a parachute...
I s’pose if some man’s been inside you often enough, it’ll take a while to get rid of him. Love’s pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices.
Because her laughter spurts through a blow-hole in the top of her head and sprays all over the morning. Because a man like me has no business with this substance ‘beauty’, yet here she is, in these soundproofed chambers of my heart.
Men have imagined republics and principalities that never really existed at all. Yet the way men live is so far removed from the way they ought to live that anyone who abandons what ‘is’ for what ‘should be’ pursues his downfall rather than his preservation; for a man who strives after goodness in all his acts is sure to come to ruin, since there are so many men who are not good.
A blue jay swoops onto a fungus-ruffled tree-stump by Hershey’s grave, emits a volley of harsh jeers, then a breathy trill.
The blue jay threads a flight-path through stripes of brightness and stripes of mossy dark.
I consider how you don’t get to choose whom you’re attracted to, you only get to wonder about it, retrospectively. Racial differences I’ve always found to have an aphrodisiac effect on me, but class difference is sexuality’s Berlin Wall.
Control is about fear, see. If you’re afraid enough of the reprisals, you don’t say no, you don’t fight back, you don’t run away. Saying yes is how you survive. It becomes normal.
Yo! Amaba! A! Ese! Jodido! Perro!