you shoot me in a dream

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What is the appeal of visiting this place? Now, I'm only askin' because I can't think of the answer. At least not one that'd apply to so many fu [oh wait there could be kids around] er...people. All of you can't be gambling types and the hunting isn't what you'd call sportsman grade. Far as I know that means no monsters.  Entertainmet? Nope. I'm no more Mickey Mouse than this is Disneyland.

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How long does winter last in these parts? Are we talking Alaska? Wisconsin? North Carolina? I'm askin' because I don't know. So don't bother giving any lip.

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Wait. Let me guess. We gotta wait for a fucking ground hog. I'm indifferent on most traditions but that one's particularly stupid. As a kid I asked about that shit all of the time. No one knew why. Besides, if I want accuracy, I'm not going to an overgrown rodent.

Say, Pink. Any better?

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Okay. I got one for you.

[The man's squeezing in a little fun at work, not much hours to put in anyways.]

Alice was napping before the big New Year's shindig. What person don't do that, right if you're going until sunrise? Anyway, she woke up and she had to tell Frank, her boyfriend about this dream she had. "Baby, I dreamed you gave a diamond ring. What do you think it means?"

[Pause for inhaling and exhaling a puff of cigarette.]

You know? Laying it on real thick like just shy of spelling it out in neon lights. Frank was wise to this. So he just smiled, nodded and told her she'll figure it out by the end of the night. So. Midnight. Everyone's making noise. Fireworks go off. All that shit. Alice turned to Frank batting her eyelashes. Franky knew it was time so slipped Alice a small box. She opened it to find a pocketbook titled "The Meaning of Dreams."

It doesn't take a genius to see that this isn't a typical day or curse. Two days, of this? Shit. Will there be more? I thought it was strange enough as it is in these parts.

Filtered:][ to the City at Large;

Don't go talking to a man who calls himself Blonde. He's one slick motherfucker. And I say that as a supreme negative.

This is just like riding a bike. Sure.

I seen some pumpkins worth talking about on my way home from work. There was this one that looked like it was eating the one beside it. Another was puking it's guts out. I've never been too handy with a knife but I think after what I've seen I could give it a try and see what happens. Even if it doesn't work out, I know it's gonna be as good as road kill by tomorrow morning.

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milk
tv dinners (Salisbury steak, mac and cheese)
eggs
cheese--(Cheddar, American)
fruit?
bread
cereal
coffee

poor attempt at making text private;
Whatever happened to my collection of toy cars? I lost the box of them moving between the eleven homes I lived in. I can't remember which. My mitt too. All of that shit got lost.

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[Horrific, wet wheezing breaths one after the other. God, that sounds painful.]

Kid. Ngh....Orange. Took a shot for you.

[He coughs hard and, presumably from the scrape noise, drags himself a short distance.]

Shot to the fucking gut. Now I'll show you...how [There's a great deal of strain in his voice, he has to pause.] it's done. Justa gut shot.

...looks like we aren't gonna do time after all. Nnnugh. Somethin' happened. [The inhales and exhales hard. Attempting to keep it quiet.] I don't know what.