Marla asks Jack about the kiss on his hand, who did this to you? guy or a girl?
Tyler from downstairs whisper: this conversation, Jack repeats: this conversation. Tyler: is over. Jack repeats: is over, and he slams the door shut…
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“Disaster is a natureal part of my evolution,” Tyler whispered, “toward tragedy and dissolution.”
I told the detective it was the refridgerator that blew up my condo.
“I’m breaking my attatchment to physical power and possessions,” Tyler whispered, “because only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.”
The detective on the phone said, there were impurities, a residue…
I said I was in Washington, D.C., that night.
“Tell him,” Tyler whispered. “Yes, you did it. You blew it all up. That’s what he wants to hear.”
Comment by Nas — September 24, 2005 @ 10:59 PM
Marla: You’re not getting this back. I consider
it asshole tax.
Comment by SugarCubes — September 25, 2005 @ 1:40 AM