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"Like a cheap hotel sign..."
I'm raw, prone, compelled.
Jack rose from the warm-chocolate-fresh-corpse sofa and began to pace the office, leaving trails of clacking aural sunshine in his wake...
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"You comb your hair to hide your lying eyes..."
Sensing her discomfort in the silence that followed his confession, he let go of her and turned his attention gracelessly to the terra cotta ruins surrounding her seated figure. "Where the fuck’s my wedding ring?"
( City Bus in C Minor, the fourth movement. ) -
"Strange, melancholy high..."
Jack imagined he could read in her emerald gaze a longing for highway and the hypnotic animation of telephone wires dipping and weaving through finger printed glass at sixty miles per hour.
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"In derelict sidings the poppies entwine..."
He could hear the entire congregation’s attention turning toward him at once with the sharp synchronicity of gestapo boots.
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"I like the cord around sinew..."
With clumsy digits, she took hold of one of his fresh shots and slid it towards herself. It was his cherished Prudence and she was sloshing over the rim with profound insouciance.
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"My head kissed the ground, I was half the way down, treading the sand..."
Syd Barrett dead at 60.
I honestly don't have it in me to ruminate very deeply over this right now. This man meant a lot to me. I really idolized, respected and loved him, as much as you can love someone you've never met.
He was tragic and he was brilliant. Just supernally beautiful and with such a resplendent imagination. I'm so very sad right ( Read more... ) -
"The automatist's undoing, the whole world starts unscrewing..."
He’d pillage their dry, dead throats and ravish whatever brand new orifices a particularly tragic death bequeathed unto him. He'd fuck them into a second death before laboriously restoring them to waxen perfection. He knew he was monstrous, but he was too ashamed to seek help.
Evert liked to pretend that his mother was somehow exempt from this.
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