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No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.

Bret Easton Ellis

My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
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Mask Sanity Slippage Vacation
How could she ever understand that there isn’t any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?
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Disappointed Forward Looking Way
But this road doesn’t go anywhere,” I told him. “That doesn’t matter.” “What does?” I asked, after a little while. “Just that we’re on it, dude,” he said.
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Anywhere Littles Matter
You really write the books you want to write. You can’t take into consideration anything that anybody has said about you in the past, or what they’ll say about you in the future.
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Book Past Writing
People are afraid to merge.
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Afraid Merge People
No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.
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Feelings Joy Writing
I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
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Cab Cities Installed
I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he’d been a mime, odds are he’d already be dead.
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Already Dead Less Mime Move Search
Devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.
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Devastate Lowering Mental Mote Sunglasses
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
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Catharsis Pain World
People just… disappear,” he says. “The Earth just opens up and swallows people,” I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. “Eerie.” Kimball yawns, stretching. “Really eerie.” “Ominous.” I nod my agreement. “It’s just”- he sights, exasperated- “futile.
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Agreement Eerie Sight
You don’t market-research a novel; you really are writing it for yourself. It’s a hobby, in many ways. The problem becomes what you do when you’re confronted by criticism. You just don’t listen to it.
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Criticism Hobbies Writing
I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don’t remember seeing and I look up at it.
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Car Light Steps
So…” Kimball looks at his book helplessly. “There’s nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?” “Well.” I sigh. “He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess. “ Really stumped, I offer, “He…ate a balanced diet.
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Book Guess Looks Nothing Sigh Suppose
Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You’re a beautiful boy and that’s all that matters. Wonder if he’s for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.
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Beautiful Bloodsign Boys Merge
Hip,” I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell’s—my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.
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Night Running Thinking

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