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Dan : When I get back please tell me the truth.
Alice : Why?
Dan : Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it we're animals.
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Dan : When I get back please tell me the truth.
Alice : Why?
Dan : Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it we're animals.
And listened to music on a walkman, holding the floor with her hand.
"Oh shit! I got the shoe! I'm so invincible! Oh! Eat it, you bitch! You don't understand! I got the damn SHOE! It's the shoe! And look at how cute I am with my stupid plumber head poking out of the wind up sock! I am the cutest invincible shoe rider ever!"
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Larry : Yes you do, and you know something: you're
winning -- you selfish people -- it's your world.
Nice, isn't it?
Insane asylums are conscious and premeditated receptacles of black magic.
And it is not only that doctors encourage magic with their inopportune and hybrid therapies, it is how they use it.
'You are completely wrapped in cling-film,' I say.
'You win the bet,' says Roy, muffled. 'Now unwrap me.'
'Not for several hours.'
'Ah.'
Drop infant fish on top of the truck's engine, turning the key.
But haven't I entered it.
Entered this fucked-up jerk-off life.
Larry : Me and Alice ... it's nothing.
Anna : Nice nothing?
Larry : Very.
Larry : I hate 'Retro' and I hate the future. Where does that leave me?
Pally pally
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IN THE SNIFF OF THE MUZZLE OF THE WILL.
And it was always drainage for angels.

WHAT D'YOU HAVE TO DO TO GET A BIT OF INTIMACY AROUND HERE?
No philosophy, no question, no being,
no nothingness, no refusal, no may-be,
as for the rest
to crap, to crap;
Bud would be sitting bolt upright in bed, a look of stark terror on his face. His eyes wide open, he would be staring off into a corner or toward a wall. She was never sure if he was seeing something, because he never said much that was intelligible -- only babble or the occasional random word.
You as a shadow on the balcony in between slats of smoke yellow, in a nearsided warm universe, past tense, sprawled, look across the alley at the church storm drain. It says, "I loved a women here once."

On the roof of the cathedral, listening to wet staccato and I'm wondering why I can't remember how we met.