Infinite Jest

There may be some persons who are born imprisoned.

logarithm of all suffering

Hugs Not Ughs

ones the cruel call Two-Baggers — one bag for your head, one bag for the observer’s head in case your bag falls off.

And then but so what’s the difference between tennis and suicide, life and death, the game and its own end?

Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment: InterLace Telentertainment, 932/1864 R.I.S.C. power-TPs w/ or w/o console, Pink2, post-Primestar D.S.S. dissemination, menus and icons, pixel-free Internet Fax, tri- and quad-modems w/ adjustable baud, Dissemination-Grids, screens so high-def you might as well be there, cost-effective videophonic conferencing, internal Froxx CD-ROM, electronic couture, all-in-one consoles, Yushityu nanoprocessors, laser chromotography, Virtual-capable media-cards, fiberoptic pulse, digital encoding, killer apps; carpal neuralgia, phosphenic migraine, gluteal hyperadiposity, lumbar stressae.

the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.

the fickle angel of puberty — the same angel who didn’t even seem to know Bruce Green’s zip code

reimburse

was committed to touching neither