February 26, 2008

In The Flooded Theater, A Film Flashed On The Screen, Some Small Story Of A Girl With Long Black Hair Framed For A Crime I Didn't Know.

It was hard to follow.

When the credits came, which felt like only a minute or two after it started, my name was everywhere.

I stood up and shouted.

That's not me.

I don't remember doing that.

That's not me.

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February 18, 2008

Roast Wires, Page 167.

'Humanity will not work the way you want it to without another evolutionary step.'

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February 15, 2008

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February 10, 2008

In The Rooms Of The Lower Levels, In The Village In The Far Country, Madmen Wrote Things On The Walls, Ripping Off Their Fingernails With Blood And Stone.

This is where they took those that thought against the state. Who tried to bring down it all with a glare.

But they always knew. Always saw.

Always had an answer.

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February 09, 2008

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February 04, 2008

Sherman Alexie.

'In a democracy, each citizen should be profoundly unhappy with the person she's voting for.'

'We should all feel compromised.'

The Stranger

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