Each successive episode, dealing with some province of artistic culture (rhetoric or music or dialectic) leaves behind it a burnt-up field.
This thunderstorm makes me feel o.k. about playing poker on Facebook for the past hour instead of jogging around Central Park.
You may think that your website is harmless, but remember, that three-phase distribution board is someone’s daughter.
Things you might end up doing in Thailand: "Eating tarantulas and playing Jenga in a brothel"

Friend moved to Thailand awhile back. This, apparently, is what she’s been up to.

Let Us Now Graze Aimless Men

misterhippity:

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New Didion Takes Pity On The City Youngs

"I Was Warned There’d Be No Cake"

You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.