Rock 'n' Roll. Deal With It.

The Smiths Are Singing And Someone Says "turn That Gay Angst Music Off.

But... What About Us? What About The Past?" She Asks Blankly. "the Past Isn't Real. It's Just A Dream," I Say. "don't Mention The Past.

With "taipei" Tao Lin Becomes The Most Interesting Prose Stylist Of His Generation...

I Have All The Characteristics Of A Human Being: Blood, Flesh, Skin, Hair; But Not A Single, Clear, Identifiable Emotion, Except For Greed And Disgust. Something Horrible Is Happening Inside Of Me And I Don't Know Why. My Nightly Bloodlust Has Overflown Into My Days. I Feel Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. I Think My Mask Of Sanity Is About To Slip.

We Buy Balloons, We Let Them Go.