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Just how uncomfortable—how disturbed—does the artist wish the viewer to become?
Clinton Arbogast, The Saints of Painting.
Just how uncomfortable—how disturbed—does the artist wish the viewer to become?
Clinton Arbogast, The Saints of Painting.
Trisha wanted only this: to sculpt herself. To create a new body. A new warm self.
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
Among other things, the narcissist lacks self-awareness.
Algernon Webb, A Speculative Autobiography.
Self-realization is destruction.
Jason K. Broadus, The Ice of My Dreams.
I never did find anything to be. But I might at least have found better ways to pretend.
Pierce Tuttle, Things Not Quite Said.
The best cons work because the marks want to be hustled.
Trent Glover, I Killed Nicole.
“But the audience is not the Media’s customer,” whispered Hugh. “The audience is the product.”
Roone Giddings, An Arrangement of Particles.
“Shouldn’t the things that we like be more or less dictated to us?”
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
…when the only form of rebellion available to young men is to be masculine.
T. Johnson Boswell, Now I Am Lying.
“The world actually is a comic book.”
Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.