Their lead guitar sounded like what would happen if someone wedged a traffic accident into a blender.
Brenna YovanoffFrom the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.
Brenna YovanoffThe sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.
Brenna YovanoffEpochs later, the curtains grew dusty and brittle, the deep, vicious colour of a bruise. The floorboards creaked and we were civilized. We were no longer the wild, ravening voices of the world, howling our shame and indignation at the sky.
Brenna YovanoffThe new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.
Brenna YovanoffSometimes this was just the way the game ended. Sometimes you did your best, and it all went straight to hell anyway.
Brenna YovanoffWhen did a name ever change what someone is?
Brenna YovanoffWe're literal people, you and me. Whatever the most obvious interpretation is, that's our truth.
Brenna YovanoffAll great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.
Brenna YovanoffMots clés intention
All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.
Brenna YovanoffMots clés wicked good-and-evil demons nature-of-man
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