Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.
Maybe Cubism started this way. Memory re-arranging a face.
Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
Sometimes to be seen is the same thing as being saved.
Time, on its own, heals nothing.
I'm as radical as libertarians come.
Just be yourself and you'll be fine
Even a Menno sheltered from the world knows not to stick her tongue into the mouth of a boy who owns an Air Supply record. You might stick your tongue into the mouth of a boy who owned some Emerson, Lake and Palmer, but you would not date him on a regular basis, or openly.
It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.