Before considering measurements and detail they must note how entrances and exits were related; descend to what had been the garage, where were deposited a badly-warped ping-pong table and a mountain of empty Three Star brandy bottles; examine the bedrooms and the attic. In the attic was a heap of newspapers to be sifted, eventually, for a date, a telephone-number, a page with a paragraph cut out. Not yet, though. For now it could be left to the nibbling insects, who could expire, poor things, poisoned by the prose. Elias unlatched the window and looked, at roof-height, to the sea.
José Cardoso Pires, Ballad of Dogs’ Beach (Dossier of a Crime)
“Did you hear the biggest tornado in the history of the world happened in Oklahoma City today?”
“In the world?”
“In the world.”
“Wouldn’t we have felt it?”
X, Soul Kitchen (feat. Ray Manzarek)
“Produced all the good X albums. Gets a pass.”
at least kanye writes his own shit. god had to get some other motherfuckers to do that for him.
“This company, they bought out the place for a party.”
“And they hired her as the entertainment. But she didn’t, like, do anything. She stood up on the stage once, but she just told people to buy her album.”