Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen.

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece electrostatic. And everywhere that Mary went, the lights became erratic. #DavidFosterWallace

She was slatternly and exuded pheromones apparently attractive only to bacteria; she had a fatal taste for: (1) polyester; (2) pantsuits; (3) lime green #DavidFosterWallace

poor old Fenton’s dysfunctional brain emitted positrons in a whole different topography than your average hale and hearty nondelusional God-fearing Albertan’s brain #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

A pathology resident falls in love with a beautiful cadaver and the paralyzed sister she died rescuing from the attack of an oversized feral infant. #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

(she) was severely thin, thin in a way that suggested not delicacy but a kind of stinginess about how much of herself she’d extend to the space around her #DavidFosterWallace

"Under what presidential administration was this room last deep-cleaned,” I'm standing here prompted to fucking muse out loud #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

the very tips of the fingers, here, the most sensitive parts, the parts bathed in warm oil, the whorled pads, I feel them singing with nerves and blood #DavidFosterWallace

an odd hot euphoria that made me walk with the water-jointed jaunt of the person who truly does not give a shit one way or the other #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

- and I decline to be part of this, even as witness - #DavidFosterWallace

Good old aural telephone calls could be fielded without makeup, toupee, surgical prostheses, etc. Even without clothes, if that sort of thing rattled your saber. #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

#golf Billiards on a big table, Jim. A bodiless game of spasmodic flailing and flying sod. A quote unquote sport. Anal rage and checkered berets. #DavidFosterWallace #InfiniteJest

I like my heroes virtuous and my victims pathetic #DavidFosterWallace

Poor Vlad the Impaler. All he ever wanted was a mirror and some food and a dish to go to the bathroom in. #davidfosterwallace

I have (very briefly) joined a Conga Line. I have seen a woman in silver lamé projectile-vomit across a glass elevator in a way that defied both physics and decorum. #DavidFosterWallace

The illegally buxom and tall Glory Joy duBoise...eyes like geometry and a all-around bodily form of high allure and near-religious implication #davidfosterwallace

She was the kind of fatally pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through the sweaty junior high corridors of every nocturnal emitter's dreamscape #davidfosterwallace

while I, sedated, will have slept like a graven image #davidfosterwallace

Evangelical, just like Jimmy Carter's sister, who, if I remember it correctly, was going around performing freelance exorcisms #davidfosterwallace

"Under what presidential administration was this room last deep-cleaned, I'm standing here prompted to fucking muse out loud" #davidfosterwallace

Every floral unit on the grounds has its pistil aprick and petals atremble in a truly shameless fashion, for the bees are about #davidfosterwallace @ofmooseandmen.bsky.social

in heavy seas you feel rocked to sleep, with the windows' spume a gentle shushing, the engine's throb a mother's pulse #davidfosterwallace