Lastingness is now over. For the fiction of today—or the visual art—there is no posterity.
Linda Talbotting, The Long List of Complaint.
How can one know if one really cares? How do we chop through all the theatricality?
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.
If you want solitude, you call yourself Mr. Jones, not Baron Litvikoff.
Cooper W. Barthelme, A Systems Approach to Advice.
The reader is on his own. I cannot help him.
Dennis W. Sylvester, Confessions of a Moon Man.
There is no longer any need for the word “decorum.” It refers to nothing that could possibly exist.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
Deacon struck Sean.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
I dreamt that I was sleeping. And that I was dreaming. Of sleep.
Ellis Nobodaddy, The Theory of Ice.
The process of losing interest. To become more aware of that.
Benjamin Alexis, Thriving Under the Influence.
“After all, you are an actress. Tell us what to do. Please.” Kellen could not restrain himself—he was jeering at the TV again!
Justin Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
There are books out there on how to make a coffee table! For all I know, there are books about how to want a coffee table. They will publish anything.
John Philip Haught, Zero Sum Ergonomics.
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