“I crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it in the garbage. Then I quickly snatched it out, because hell, I’d just tossed out a Frank Gehry knockoff. What you call trash, I call architecture.”
“I wish trash were treasure, because then I’d be a garbage collector and king.”
“You called her a cunt,” I reminded him. “He threw out a hand, his brows shooting up. “Were you not just here? She is a cunt.”This was not debatable. I didn’t even know why I brought it up.”
“A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.”
“If I ever saw an amputee getting hanged, I’d probably just start calling out letters.”
“I was just making lei out of these papers. Majority of them was trash, so I guess they need to join a blood relative.”