Monthly Archives: January 2009

In the dream the girl was draped across the bed like a discarded dress, as if she had been lying there for hours. As if she’d come over to waste the afternoon getting high with me, and now the sun … Continue reading →

Very few things in the tapestries of our dreams are as idiotically blissful as the sex–that great bottomless humping of radiant sluts conjured by our sleeping brains. If every dream was a dream of fucking, I would never leave my … Continue reading →

Today makes thirty days since I returned from England. Thirty days sounds like a long time, a period during which one could get all sorts of important things done, but it isn’t, and I didn’t. The days rolled by like … Continue reading →