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David Foster Wallace-wannabe pseudo-drivel, but they all knew what was coming anyway: a long-winded, witless invective on the relative merits of wit, minus Wallace's gift for -
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like hipsters outside a chic new bistro, knowing that the wait was short now. Clive was to be the main course, if he would just hurry up and die already. But he had other plans.
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Over the following weeks hope faded. They passed not a single soul. Cows regarded them with real interest as the walked slowly along the empty byways, but no people emerged.
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, which truth be told, was pretty much his entire life. One long series of jams, ending in some small tragedy, But this, he thought, was the worst. How could he again play piano
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times a month, but it was just this night that he felt the queasy pull of fate tug his soul. Against his better judgement, he slowed to a stop a hundred yards from the Chevy. Dust
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as the body in the trunk shifted with the truck's movement. Sweat beaded Angelo's monolithic brow as he wrestled with the wheel. He realized too late that leaving Vegas had been a
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packages and headed for the Post Office. Everything depended on this, her future neatly folded and packed into three plain envelopes. She wished Bon Jovi hadn't let her go. A&R men
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The earwig looked around the doorframe for the last time. "Freedom," she thought, "How I've dreamed of you." All those long hours of just being another pest were finally at an end.
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But, truth be told, I really only desire visibility. Have you any idea how painful - how lonely - it is to be this way? No, because no one does. There is simply no such thing as
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As we stood there, a procession of crazed drifters insinuated their way into the fray. A cataclysmic nightmare unfolded around us. Soon all the air fit to breathe had vanished into
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A random swirling of magpies, a skirling of bagpipes, characters whirling in blizzards of meaning, meaningless and idiotic, a symbiotic dance. That's this life, in a nutshell. Yet
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with all of its complications. The magic is in the entanglement, I think. Take, for instance, the cat to my left. Despite those three flea-infested months, a wanton abandon appears