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through faslehood, indifference, the chattering of teeth, insane happiness, certainty, in the bottom of the well, tooth against tooth of death, a tiny particle of dazzling life springs from an accumulation of refuse - I avoid it, it insists; congested, in the forehead, a trickle of blood mixes with my tears and bathes my thighs, tiny particle born ( Read more... )

drunk and overstained from having sung with a vulgar violence: a stupid smile acknowledged this exhaustion. to the point where one trembles with excitement. already a slight painting linked us.

at this degree of exasperation, love has the rigor of death.

a colloquium on silence and apathy. my heart a million miles away. fleeting as the night. tranquility on the brink of a great metamorphosis.

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mtb.

I couldnt be more pleased with him.

yeah.

In the scene in the gym locker room, during which Heather Duke may actually be digesting food, we get a peek into Heather Chandler's locker. Among the magazines in it is an issue of Cosmo dated November 1979. Heather would hardly have a nine year old fashion mag in her locker. Why is it there? November '79 is when the infamous cult leader Jim Jones ( Read more... )

its a lost empire.

dont let go.

you were asked for the role because, well, I hate to say this, but we needed a gook. look, dont give me that bullshit. you know Ive got hanson breathing down my neck - if you dont want it, then Ill find someone else. ah jesus, qwang - will you just sign the fucking papers?