We Must Curb Ourfury, And

Keep Thinking. You Can Hear Our Brains Rattling Around Inside Us, Like The Littler Russian Dolls.

I Don’t Know. D’you Think? He’s Pretty Wide In The Chest.” The Girl Looked At Me, And I Was Frozen. So I Said, “yeah. I Work Out.” Violet Asked Me, “what Are You? What’s Your Cup Size?” I Shrugged And Played Along. “like, Nine And A Half?” I Guessed. “that’s My Shoe Size.” Violet Said, “i Think He’d Like Something Slinky, Kind Of Silky.” I Said, “as Long As You Can Stop Me From Rubbing Myself Up Against A Wall The Whole Time.” “okay,” Said Violet, Holding Her Hands Up Like She Was Annoyed. “okay, The Chemise Last Week Was A Mistake.

We All Flee In Hope Of Finding Some Ground Of Security

We Must Curb Ourfury, And Allow Sadness To Diminish, And Speak Our Stories With Coolness And Deliberation.

Occasionally People Ask Me How It Is I Write Different Types Of Things, And My Answer To That Is It's Very Natural. You Get Bored Writing One Kind Of Thing All The Time.