Apparently phone addicts get hooked on the repetitious movement of tiny images and lose control of their eyes the way a junkie loses control of her limbs.
Enjoy them as a snack, grind them into flour for cookies, or surprise your guests by sprinkling them over the green beans.
Every day we all do it together because we’re all part of the same system. Civilization is a group effort. I couldn’t be a writer without you.
I remember the days of the Miss, Mrs., Ms. fight. I checked the Ms. box because I wanted the right to define myself.
In a few naked minutes I learned that self-diagnosis is worth exactly what you pay for it.
I ask myself, why am I not also a writer of erotica of the sort people pay for, and read aloud to their partner between the sheets and sleep?
I have the insane thought, How did he do that? How does a dog move his water bowl without spilling it?