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The church was clearly the work of a madman driven crazy by the wind.

In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.

Lucy Liu, you show me I can come to fruition and yellow on my own terms.

Once I took it in my mouth, I had to admit pity tastes like sandwiches.

I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.

Loving you is every bit as fine as coming over a hill into the sun.

We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.

Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.

Finger tracing the terrain, you hold me through autumn’s loss of color.

We drink to Nixon’s impeachment again, this time with the good stuff.

My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.

Forgive me, please, for continuing to believe that roses are beautiful.

“Tell me about the things you can’t tell me about when I’m dressed.”

We would just roll down the old biology road like all the other suckers.

A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.

“We don’t feel like a couple. Haven’t felt like a couple for a very long while.”

What felt like sanctity now felt like nothingness, like death.

It’s like having your parents in the room. Patrolling our sleep, our sex life.

My mother hoped moving would erase the affair with a married man.

The transformation of their maid from shadow to sexpot thrills Maizie.

Was that lipstick on Don’s cheek? This was too much for her to take.

A heart takes precautions, withholds warmth, but it’s mistaken.

Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

James Salter

James Salter

She had boyfriends before she met him. Well, not really boyfriends.

I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.

I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.

A woman’s long bare legs stretched up at the edge of the graveyard.

Her sly smile was a vicious remnant of her life before Real Life began.