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1 " I love you the way I love nightmare, secrets coming up like smoke through a grid, the way I love mirrors shattered but still whole, reflecting the foolish image in a hundred lit-up fragments. No one else could take me, pay my way with what your skin knows. "
― Jayne Anne Phillips , Black Tickets: Stories
2 " Gene Autry riding into coral skyline while the cacti stand up ancient and timeless "
3 " it was like fucking an electric zombie, a stiff-legged gazelle shuddering in northern catatonia. "
4 " and the slapping feet of the men that follow the box. They have no faces and they feel with the whiskers of dogs. "