Pulling my hair out, trying to get every sentence right. Hemingway says there’s nothing to it; that all you have to do is sit and bleed. I hemorrhage, knowing time can’t salvage a fluff-piece.

The Marquee de Sade wrote his magnum opus on toilet paper. Mine’s writing on the wall.

Nikita Linivenko failed English his junior year of High School (due to lack of trying).