originally written on 3×5 index cards taped to my bedroom wall

Her hair was catching fire from each passing streetlamp; I had to pull myself away from the flames.

When you’re six, most of your Bingo balls are still floating around in the draw tank.

My chest thumps like a dryer with shoes in it.

The Constitution is awesome, but still overrated; it’s like Pet Sounds.

Our only kiss was like an accident—a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

my mother caught us trying to circumcise my little brother Shem with a sharp rock.

After Dad left, she just folded up into herself like an origami bird thrown into a fire.

All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.

Vurt, Jeff Noon
On Writing, Stephen King
Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
I Wear the Black Hat, Chuck Klosterman
The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold
Lamb, Christopher Moore
Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
Timequake, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.