A big confession… In 1996, when ‘Fight Club’ came out, a Portland book store icon named Bob Mahl — since retired and died — took me aside and gave me some gruff advice. Bob was a gruff, older guy with a big grey mustache. He said, “Kid, make sure you have a new book out every 16 months, because after that readers forget about you… And don’t write long sentences with lots of commas, people HATE that.” He terrified me.
She realized that beauty was a crutch, a form of power that would eventually leave her, and she wanted to force herself to develop a new, more-lasting form of power.
Are you really Bill Clinton? Why did you sign the free-trade agreement and outsource Freightliner truck building to Mexico? You lost me my job, dude.
So happy I saw Roméo Testa last night 💗 such a unique voice & image. Don’t even get me started on how much I love his lyrics ! Can’t wait to see his next show
Your soul is able
Death is all you cradle
Sleepin’ on the nails
There’s nowhere left to fall
"In solitary confinement there’s no metal around him, so he’s without his tools; he’s lonely. He misses metal, quite frankly."
Life has never given me lemons