And As Things Fell Apart, Nobody Paid

Hip," I Murmur, Remembering Last Night, How I Lost It Completely In A Stall At Nell's---my Mouth Foaming, All I Could Think About Were Insects, Lots Of Insects, And Running At Pigeons, Foaming At The Mouth And Running At Pigeons.

History Is Sinking And Only A Very Few Seem Dimly Aware That Things Are Getting Bad.

It's The Rare Book That's Able To Transport You In A Way That A Movie Does.

I've Been Accused Of Being Very Vain About My Apathy.

And As The Elevator Descents, Passing The Second Floor, And The First Floor, Going Even Father Down, I Realize That The Money Doesn't Matter. That All That Does Is That I Want To See The Worst