You too! Please post lots of pictures of what you're reading!

just now, in parking it, stealing it, liberating it, in fact, he was bestowing upon it the true nature and culmination of its existence.

Some were driven to theft by need, others by a lust to sow chaos and discord. For him it was the moment of repatriation itself-- the ooze of grease between his fingers, the feeling of a flat bun against his palm, a perfect fit, as though it were created for that very purpose and,

Not a straight curse, tbh. Pretty sure my first resume post on LinkedIn was performing at the Bowery Poetry Club.