What's Wrong With Assholes, Baby?

I Guess For Me Hemingway Is A Lot Like It Is For Others: He Goes Down Well When We Are Young.

They Never Pay The Slaves Enough So They Can Get Free, Just Enough So They Can Stay Alive And Come Back To Work.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

I Never Pump Up My Vulgarity. I Wait For It To Arrive In Its Own Terms.

She Is No Longer The Beautiful Woman She Was. She Sends Photos Of Herself Sitting Upon A Rock By The Ocean Alone And Damned. I Could Have Had Her Once. I Wonder If She Thinks I Could Have Saved Her?