Only a literalist at loving would expect to plug ahead like the highway people’s line machine, straight over hill and dale, unwavering and ready, in a single stripe of kiss and covering, steady on
FROM
START
TO
FINISH
Only a literalist at loving would expect to plug ahead like the highway people’s line machine, straight over hill and dale, unwavering and ready, in a single stripe of kiss and covering, steady on
FROM
START
TO
FINISH
“If you read any of my stories or novels, the drama is the same: some fucked up, damaged, terrifying situation and this nearly hysterical determination to spin away from the meat grinder through language, through comedy, through metaphor, through a sort of manic refusal to give in.”
Curtis White