What Molds Us Is What Maims Us.

The Loneliness Of Another Can Be Shocking When It Lays Itself Bare Without Warning.

But I Often Think We Talk Way Too Much In This Society, That We Consider Verbalization A Panacea That It Very Often Is Not, And That We Turn A Blind Eye To The Sort Of Morbid Self-absorption That Becomes A Predictable By-product Of It.

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.

Don't Get Me Wrong, I Love Literary Fiction. It's Faux Literary Fiction I Can't Stand.

There's Something Ugly About The Flawless.