I was looking at my Adam’s apple and the back of my knees, all the parts I wish I didn’t have.

And we have so much shivers. It’s unseemly to have this much money, gobs and skyscrapers of it and more money than you.

The inventor’s pattern, followed to its conclusion, would result in a royal debt of eight quintillion grains, more than seven times the weight of Mount Everest. Mathematicians love shit like this.

Grapple with the poetics of Lorca, W. S. Graham, and Emerson to overcome the cruelty of Plato's Republic.