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when you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.
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that is what is wrong with cold people. not that they have ice in their souls—we all have a bit of that—but that they insist their every word and deed mirror that ice. they never learn the beauty or value of gesture. the emotional necessity. for them, it is all honesty before kindness, truth before art. love is art, not truth. it’s like painting scenery.
late to the lorrie moore party.
i started reading self-help a few nights ago and oh my word i am in love.
look at what came in the mail; magic molly’s troubleshooting. you can buy your copy here.
of teen angst and an author's alienation
michiko kakutani explores j.d. salinger’s legacy of rendering the complexities of adolescence.
it’s that time again.
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there was nothing else to do in that suckhole of a town. you go outside, you run around, people throw dirt balls at you, you get your ass beat. but reading is socially accepted disassociation. you flip a switch and you’re not there anymore. it’s better than heroin. more effective and cheaper and legal.
Jan. 21, 2010 at 11:40am with 136 notes
reblogged from directus
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when he was nearing adulthood, he took to frequenting prostitutes, of whom he was very fond and whom he vigorously defended, and to participating in blasphemy contests from which he would emerge victorious, and he also engaged in a practice that he christened ‘fink,’ which consisted in “doing the most absurd acts for the sake of their own absurdity and the consequent laughter.

