Only other people can make you feel real.
Lauren BeukesMots clés reality
But she was the kind of girl you couldn't keep down. Unless you cut her up and caved in her skull.
Lauren BeukesMots clés kind-of-girl
It doesn't escape him that the rock holding it up is the perfect fit for his fist. Or how easily one of those needle spokes would slide right through the girl's eye like Jell-O.
Lauren BeukesMots clés serial-killer
There is aerated ink caked in the air vents from the printing presses that shake the whole building when they run. Some reporters have ink in their veins. The Sun-Times staff have ink in their lungs. Once in a while someone will complain to OSHA.
Lauren BeukesMots clés ink
Can't reinvent the wheel. But you can put your own spin on it.
Lauren BeukesMots clés spin-the-wheel
Like Humpty Dumpty. At some point you have to pick up the pieces. Or walk away. Don't look back. Fuck the king's horses.
Lauren BeukesMots clés eggs-in-one-basket
You have to do the cutting yourself, to let out the pain inside. Getting someone else to slice you up is cheating.
Lauren BeukesMots clés slice-and-dice
There are only so many plots in the world. It's how they unfold that makes them interesting.
Lauren BeukesMots clés plots
Affectionate violence. For when a hug just won't do. That's a Hallmark card for you.
Lauren BeukesMots clés hallmark-for-serial-killers
You can bury your radical magazines and tear up your sexually perverse sketches and burn your sheets. But how do you erase who you are?
Lauren BeukesMots clés self-erasure
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