Sublime

“A novel by Augusten Burroughs.” It said so, right there below the title. It was thrilling for maybe forty-seven seconds, and then the thrill drained right away. As I walked out of the store with my phone now in my pocket, I thought, It doesn’t matter what it is. We get used to it. Which is both good and bad.

That was the definition of our faith. Nothing was to be known. Anything was to be expected.

that pleased him fundamentally.

None of his words just came out anymore. Every syllable had to be weighed and measured. Each was calibrated to trigger laughter or to dominate or to earn him a dollar.

And as the pair trod along, a sepulchrious quiet jellied around them.

“The first rule of Flunk Klub,” Aardvark said, “is you don’t talk about Flunk Klub.”

motallaric

that which can’t be spoken of does not exist.

nullum cacas statum,