Confronted by such absurd kleptocracy, Twitter, as is its wont, got sweet revenge.
A touching portrait of a young boy who falls in love with his babysitter.
Here is the little tramp, standing
On a stack of books in order
To reach the microphone
out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs—all this resinous, unretractable earth
Tonight, Albert Albertson took me to a foreign film at the Cinemaclub – a Norwegian film in which ten gorgeous people died. The women had agonizingly beautiful noses. Their deaths were as agonizing as their noses, and it seemed fitting, or at least it fit, and I didn’t feel as sad as I would have felt watching normally attractive people die.
From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”
Be careful, said the bottle miner,
Don’t let the dirt out —
It holds her eyes in place.