—Writing is a simulated conversation. You’re still alone. It’s masturbation that sometimes later gets projected onto the wall and then couples couple and copule beneath it.
—People making love while a porno plays on the TV.
—Right.
—I don’t think you’re listening to me.
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Posted April 9, 2009 at 12:49 am | Permalink
Today on the crapper I was reading Christine Schutt’s story in Noon 9 and I suddenly felt like the above-quoted dialogue was subconsciously filched from it. But only a little. And only the most popular parts. Aye chai chai chai chai chai chai chai chai
— richard branson