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Потом раздавался стук в дверь, легкий и та-
кой деликатный - можно было подумать, ка-
кая-то нахер синяя птица стучится крылыш-
ком, умирает, просит глоток воды.

"What did I do wrong? I was a fucking Good Samaritan. I took in these orphans. Black, white, I said Hop aboard. Irregardless of color or creed, Hop aboard. Free eats. I was the fucking Statue of Liberty ( Read more... )

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sick. happy ny

how they frolic and glisten in the shining sun. we look at them as a child kneeling in the corridor, his eye to the keyhole, two grownups arguing in a locked room. ah, they are crying. one sees the tears. one counts the tears. two tears. three tears. two bombing raids. four seek-and-destroy missions ( Read more... )

I stepped out onto the midway. I was looking for the pirate ( Read more... )

in addition to every other purpose I could think up - electrifying space at a bar, listening to music, wanting a hat and a shave and a hug and a ren&stimpy log from the song

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time well spent pondering on phrases like 'deerhoof from a dixie cup'

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