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Janice began the encounter with a halting engagement of the wrist that quickly became a sweeping gesture. "That's quite a trip you got going for yourself,"  she said, wrapping her white hand around a glass holding an ounce of liquor. "Its genetic,"  said Jesse.  He cocked his head below his shoulder and smiled at her.  The clocks have been set, and we're all bound for glory."  He sighed at his own exuberance.  Another Saturday run; these rest periods were killing him. "Wish I had taken the Death-Bone-Man when he came courting,"  she said.  "He was so handsome with his dark sea hair" Jesse saw that the girl was wafting on a current of violent wind.  It moved through the rooms like furious smoke, then swirled about her in a visible shroud.  The motion became alluring.  He moved closer to her.
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InLand Empire

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Sex Wars and Europe

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“Can You Say Rimbaud”

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The Boy and The Killing Jar

Am I an instigator a provocateur Do I stir the shit Am I the Hero of my own Life or am I the villain What do I Remember I remember going to confession as a 11 year old boy I confessed to taking the Lord’s name in vain having impure thoughts impure actions and stealing The Priest (we called him Tarzan) asked me what I had stolen . At every Catholic grammar school this one being Saint Hyacinth word goes around which priest is easy at Confession We all hoped for the familiar “Three Our Fathers and 3 Hail Mary’s” and we’d be pure again (Baptism having absolved Original Sin) The sin of our progenitor Adam . And this Fuck asks me what I had stolen “A shot, Father” “A shot?” What the hell was this... My friends and I had shoplifted often Usually Science-Fiction paperbacks or Zim’s Field Guides to the Natural Sciences I had them all Twelve as I recall “A shot,” I repeated “A shot?...