everywhere you go it's the same all the big shots, the people who made it, athletes, entrepreneurs, artists, and so on they all tell you to dream big, to set high goals and then trust the infinite intelligence of the universe while you just do your part of the work he thought he was surely not the only one who tired of it but he applied the methods "When I was young and poor," said one of the big shots on TV, "I used to walk into the most expensive stores in the city and I would try out the most expensive clothes. I would take them into the fitting rooms and put them on and just look at myself in the big mirror, trying to capture that feeling of already having what I desired. Trying to see myself actually owning those fancy things." It was excellent advice He followed…
they told him that the hospital's windows were barred not to prevent them from going out, but to prevent others from getting in He had to believe them. Had to believe everything he was told here and do as he was told and he was so far successful It was a peaceful life but as he kept living it he realized that, in itself, that was the problem There was another patient in the room with him who constantly woke up crying and begging for forgiveness he made the crying sounds of a dog in great pain and when the staff came to calm him and inject him with another dose of drugs he cowered into a corner and began whispering to himself about the days of youth when he hit a dog in the head with the edge of a shovel, just as it was feeding its puppies with…
every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who's not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had two big dogs and a bunch of cats, I never knew exactly how many But I knew and saw with my own eyes that she kissed them all on the snout the dogs and the cats too and she'd hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it and that was perfectly okay in her household "You're jealous!" she told me when I cringed and backed away as she tried to kiss me. "Are you one of those crazy possessive types who equates kissing a pet with cheating?" "What? No, no, I just..." "I…
"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…
she looked stunning in the fading light of the day her black dress and the boots with ridiculously thick soles and the dark makeup made her look like the queen of the cemetery but her knight didn't feel too welcome into her kingdom "Aren't you excited?" she asked "Oh, I am if you are," he said "Good. Then drink up." He drank and then she drank some more, always more than him and then the bottle was empty She placed it into his hand and pointed at a gravestone. "C'mon, I want to watch you break it against that." By this time he knew better than to disappoint his queen He walked over to the gravestone and crashed the bottle against it The queen smiled and applauded. She was very pleased with him "It's a child's grave," she said. "I can always tell." They sat there in silence and watched…
Daydreaming as a profession 