» It’s been a sad life. People sometimes accuse me of hating The Spice Girls because they’re popular; of hating Keanu Reeves because he’s so darned handsome;…

» I had this great idea—we could play a game I’d heard about involving three drinks and two tabs of acid, then off we went in Raul’s…

» Note: Fiction. Similarities? You’re fuckin’ paranoid. Dearest Jennifer, Ran into David at Jack’s. I was with Clay, David was hitting on Tanya. Shoos Clay out the…

» Scoping out the donut aisle at the 7-11 is always a rewarding experience. The glazed, the powdered, the jelly-stuffed—they sometimes put me in a mind to…

» THERE ARE THOSE FEW SLEEPLESS NIGHTS YOU LOOK FORWARD TO- LIKE THOSE YOU SPEND WRITHING, CATERWAULING, SURGING—YOUR BODY WARPING FROM THE FRICTION BETWEEN YOU AND A…

» If the essence of culture is to rely increasingly on technology then our concentration should turn to efficiency and not convenience—we’ve heard this and it’s obvious—but…

» My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice…

» motherfucker, come back, he said to his soul Somewhere in L.A., there’s a typewriter that, after years of merciless beating by the stiff, dry fingers of…