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It was the whole universe vibrating, some great secret of matter, proof of string theory if only string theory had been a constant dull thud of twelve year old boys; the solution to a riddle—take this city and fill it for a dollar.
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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I read the last line and close the book with a smack. “That ends that section,” I tell him. “Coming up is the chapter titled ‘The Ancient History of the Sewers of Paris.'
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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”
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"we search with our eyesight along the horizon
at the blurred edge that comes with a distance, at the magnified flowers
with ruby lunch in a paper sun. Overflowed pockets of sunlight pour whispers onto the alleyway. A rocks sculpture, textured with gl
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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks. Bulldozers rumble over loose red soil, kicking up dust and spewing acrid exhaust. Machinery clamors and…
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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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