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"A working class hero is something to be..."
early, since i'll be in new york tomorrow.
when all of your idols are dead
and sold
you start to wonder
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"History to the bone, memory to the marrow..."
I haven't done this in a while.
Haven't been able, to be honest.
Anyway, here's something different.
( We all learned something from Hansel and Gretel; namely, bread crumbs are an excellent excuse not to return... ) -
"Do you ever get tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever..."
you look so desperately sad, he said.
you ought to be doing something more with your life, he said.
so he took my hand
and led me
into traffic -
"The whirlwind lifts you up to the ceiling, the balconies pass but you don't even see them..."
A remarkably short piece I just finished about the moments leading up to execution.
Something of an experiment in, uh...not being so fucking wordy.
( The Consequence of Headlines. ) -
"Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol..."
"Despite being garroted by rot, he reached in to forage without hesitation, all guitar string nerves and open eyes. He looked up to the stars as he dug, made silent oaths to Hindi idols, begged Roman gods to send signs from their planetary thrones."
( City Bus in C Minor, the ninth movement. ) -
"While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds..."
-A meme that I can get behind on a creative and spontaneous level ( Read more... ) -
"Call up the thirty winds 'til your persian rug flies..."
Sadie, with her steering wheel necklace and a gleaming tiara of shattered windshield gilding her brow. Prudence, grinning wildly with a seatbelt pageant-sash burned into her chest and shards of glass where her teeth should be.
( City Bus in C Minor, the sixth movement. )
