testing... testing... have we reverberations in the ether? lawd lawd. don't we live in a chinaman's curse of interesting times? i said something along those lines to eleanor acquavella crossing park avenue the day those towers fell down. i'm gonna have to go look that girl up cos i need one of them silver spoon children to sell my shit. i need the money. i'm gonna look the girl in the eye and i'm gonna say: "i tell you true: i hate your class, i hate your kin, i hate the rich kids you went to school with. that's all right. i'll make you money and i'm more likely to be a friend to your child than them motherfuckers. i ain't the kind to let social propriety get in the way of my loyalties."
the terrible tale of new americans - oh i have seen this time and again - is that new americans are socially sort of conservative and still believe in the american dream. in consequence they have a kneejerk hatred of posing hipsters like me. they don't like dominion despising, flesh defiling bohemians. they like, they want to become, "good americans". poor deluded children. those good americans of course are interested only in punishing and demeaning immigrants simply because they are immigrants because good americans ain't happy unless they're beating a child, or killing an animal, or locking a man in prison. all the comfort they can derive in this life is from making something else more miserable than their own fucking selves.
you wouldn't believe how pretty town was dark and when i finally got my lost babies back i was a happy soul (for me) and beth was positively tearful when the juice come back on. i need to find me a place somewhere i can take beth away from electricity. i think maybe she got an electric allergy in her soul.
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