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“I hope I don’t seem too sympathetic” about flashers, Fountaine writes to me. “Because I do not, under any circumstances, think anyone should show their dick to anybody else, unprompted. I didn’t even remember that the town I grew up in had a flasher if its own until halfway through writing the book. For being… Continue reading “A lot of corny shit is true”: An Interview with Jaime Fountaine
i loved my young life once. it thrummed with inner mischief, some transgressions maybe but all tongue, all textures, all translated through that funnel in my head.
Let someone bang her champagne glass with the pretty cutlery your in-laws gifted you. Or bang your own.
a lynch mob. a defense mob. a gunshot. hate. a gunshot. hate. a deputizing of hundreds.
there is a confluence influenced apparently by a fluidity of music.
Be humble. Do not be a dick. Do this for the sake of your soul but also for the sake of your career.
I gave you a chance. How many notes did I leave, before you pushed me to this?
I have a blind date with destiny:/ no doubt I won’t be recognized.
The question I asked/ every time I tried the online Tarot reading site,/ hoping again and again for some ancient truth/ to blow up like a billboard in living color...
John Lennon tells me these things, and it’s possible that John is the devil. I can tell by the way he stares out so intently from the poster.
