WELCOME TO ROOM 003
DIGGING GRAVES, DREAMS ON TV
I find the sunshine monotonous
Chloe Sevigny
You can call me anything you want. Just don’t call me fat.
Brett Easton Ellis on “being the voice of his generation”
Yasha, a 3-legged cat that I loved with all my heart, we had to give him to my mom's friend because he kept on doing his business everywhere like he had a report to file on Monday (He had a bladder problem cuz of his three legs)
Henry J., Age 12
A biographer must always be, in some sense, a gravedigger.
Points were made. Graves were dug.
I had four dreams on TV. You have a cold cold smile.
Mister Siken
Whether their identical faces are filled with boredom, disapproval, or confusion remains ambiguous.
Notes on Nadia Lee Cohen
Not one of our dreams ever came true
The Radio is faithful to Megahertz
Fantasy is the starting point, the gateway to this radiant, ecstatic experience.
Liza Lou
I know that I’m supposed to hate Elon Musk; I was asked to review his biography because I’m the kind of person who can be relied upon to hate Elon Musk.
Notes on Ordinary Men
I was setting the example of being a clown and a loser with my cocaine tweet
B.E.E. setting the record straight
Elon Musk barely exists. He’s just the name we’ve given to a certain mass delusion.
Notes on Ordinary Men
This time the leaving felt especially good
as if I’d moved toward some clean elemental selfishness only the right people could respect.
I read this in high school and think of it often
Leave
the half eaten peach
the unused years of your life
the fat on the bone
A little libretto action
