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HERE, HERE &: HERE. Weather kept following him around like he was a map with all that isobar & stuff he could never understand. Emotional weather. Pain: Here, here &. . .here. Windshield wipers kept sloshing the world back&forthback&forth the town dissolving in a bluered neon. The moments felt like boring ads between the boring TV programmes that had become his life. His life a stagnant sitcom. A rather theatrical lightning bolt tore the dark in two. The ghost in the answering machine her voice still so alive: "I'm not here right now. . ."
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
HERE, HERE &: HERE.
HERE, HERE &: HERE. Weather kept following him around like he was a map with all that isobar & stuff he could never understand. Emotional weather. Pain: Here, here &. . .here. Windshield wipers kept sloshing the world back&forthback&forth the town dissolving in a bluered neon. The moments felt like boring ads between the boring TV programmes that had become his life. His life a stagnant sitcom. A rather theatrical lightning bolt tore the dark in two. The ghost in the answering machine her voice still so alive: "I'm not here right now. . ."
donall-dempsey
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
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