February 2012
80 posts
'Guts' by Chuck Palahniuk
Printed in Playboy magazine March 2004
Inhale.
Take in as much air as you can.
This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.
“‘That’s it?’ My voice cracks. It’s a weak, unreliable thing.”
I apologize if the words are a little smudged around the edges tonight.
I have so many things to say but the rain keeps washing them into gutters and sidewalk cracks and all I have left are a few dying lines that are only good for lining the walls inside my bones.
“You will get sick again, because sick is what you know.*”
– *Wasted (via only-by-night)
