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They lied to you, he said to me once, they never told you how good
They lied to you, he said to me once, they never told you how good you were. You need to send this to the New Yorker. I came to him Freshman year at ...

Beloved Carlotta! Light of my life, fire of my loins! How I miss
Beloved Carlotta! Light of my life, fire of my loins! How I miss her, our frolics in the meadow, our good nature tussles! Oh, we were young, but we ha...

Needlessly maudlin December 23rd. Ill have none of it today. Its
Needlessly maudlin December 23rd. Ill have none of it today. Its Christmas Eve. While I was sulking and being momentarily ungrateful for the very good...

As I work into the evenings writing, I slide between nightmare and
As I work into the evenings writing, I slide between nightmare and dream. The horror novel is wrought from the things I endured, the things I must fac...