The American Mystery deepens

The American Mystery deepens.

- Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984.

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So, my best friend reduced me to tears just now. I forgot how true and straight his words are, his voice hits home so hard with me. It aches.
Read this wisdom, learn the lessons that hurt, feel the pain that he's shared with me, know what love's worth.

I don’t want to wait in vain

I called you twice yesterday,

You answered the phone, but you didn’t have a lot to say

(Just yes and no)

I think it’s time I went away,

Think I should go.

Unless you’d rather that I stay,

Just let me know.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

There are worse things than being alone,

Yet I sit here beside you, though your emotions are unknown,

I say ‘I love you’ but your feelings haven’t grown,

Like all allusions to commitment you’ve postponed.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

I don’t want to wait in vain for your love,

But there’s a part of my heart that will never give up.

A chemical reaction that happens in my brain,

That screams out love, every time you say my name.

But at last I realise I now must fight it,

Or stagnate, whilst I wait, for a love that’s unrequited.

You’ve got to keep the hook moving if you want the fish to bite it.

I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA WAIT IN VAIN.

I hang around for an answer, as I say goodbye at your door,

A sign or a chance that just maybe you want more,

In the end it’s not an answer that I am waiting for,

There is a silence I can no longer ignore.

Read more here, kiddies.

LitBitch, part ten

The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.

Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p. 81

LitBitch, part eight

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our Salvation.

Don Delillo

LitBitch, part seven

The greater the scientific advance, the more primitive the fear.

Don Delillo, White Noise

LitBitch, part six

Facts are lonely things.

Don Delillo, Libra

LitBitch, part five

These are the days after. Everything is now measured by after.

Don Delillo, Falling Man

LitBitch, part four

He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with the rain beating against the windows.

Don Delillo, Mao II

LitBitch, part three

She put an arm behind her, unlatched the door, turned quickly and went running into the gray afternoon. I tried to think of something funny to say.

Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p.189

LitBitch, part two

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984