Comedy was one of those genres that while appearing quite jolly was actually highly dangerous.
One of Our Thursdays Is MissingI want to tie one thousand balloons around my neck and float up while slowly dying of happiness.
tao lin's third novelRight now is the youngest I’ll ever be, so I suppose I’d better act immature while I still can.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI haven’t seen my old friends in a while. Maybe next week I’ll go visit them in the nursing home.
This Book is Not FOR SALE