Book: Exquisite corpse

For several months he rarely went out of the house. When you know that you can bump into someone you don't want to see, it is easier to sit in my room, read, write diary, listen to music, to reflect on old love letters.

We want to help you.
The same thing I once told Luc, Tran thought, and he meant that I should die with him.

Yesterday, he was born from the heap of rags, today will die at the stake.

Sometimes, I was jealous of these teenagers, their freedom, even if they lived on the neck of the parents or on handouts. They can afford to be like a cross between birds of Paradise and the walking dead. You can spit on the sidewalk, blatantly stick out where they don't want to see rude tourists, who stare at them. They can be in plain sight, evident. They do not need to merge with the crowd, no desire.

I did not have no prospects in life, only a small amount in the account and an insatiable appetite to kill young men. It turned out, this is enough for me to live the remaining months.

I suddenly realized that I have a talent to leave dark places.
I wanted to hope I find a corner where you want to stay.

I gave the boy-Greek ticket. He touched a finger of my hand, when I gave it back, and for a moment I desperately wanted to slit his throat.

If it was in my power to clear the memory of the shit right now, I wouldn't dare... because it can come in handy in the future.

When there was no target for the outpouring of hostility, Luke turned his anger to the world, which will continue to exist after his death.

I avoided large gatherings because there is always someone to be there when you want to go unnoticed.

I was too calm, too reserved. To anyone not addicted. I have so always. My interlocutors themselves fit, seeing in me what they need.

I lived, feeling like a representative of a different kind, not human.

Part of his soul painfully perceived alien invasion, the other part fell on her knees and wept with gratitude that they no longer alone.

Over the past six months, I became angrier and completely bent. In me like nothing left but broken glass and rotten nails.