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chapter 25 TRAMP: Katariina Sapir Mueller – 2000 “I feel stupid and contagious / Here we are now, entertain us” —Nirvana Katariina Sapir Mueller, the unofficial punk matriarch of Deep Ellum street poets, looked up from the chapbook of her old poems she was reading as her bespectacled coworker, Bryant, tapped her on the shoulder
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TRAMP: Eat The Pussy Aaron, can I ask you a personal question? The big man in Dickeys and Timberlands, wearing a blue, black, and grey plaid shirt with only the top button fastened, his pot belly covered by a white wife-beater. Dion adjusted his large rectangular glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his
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TRAMP: Darling Nikki “Do you want him?! Or do you want me?! ’Cause I want you!” — Prince “You can’t ask me that. You don’t have the right to ask me that question.” Nathanial Percival Robertson III was getting more pissed off with each evasive syllable that came out of his fiancée Mona’s mouth. “Yes,
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TRAMP: Muse “White trash, get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy… I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck” -Marylin Manson Tavah Allison Frankfurt possessed the strongest legal mind most would ever encounter. She was a favorite of the judges and lawyers she clerked for. You wouldn’t know
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chapter 14 TRAMP: Dean Moriarty is an Asshole “Dean Moriarty is a first-class asshole.” said Tavah to no one in particular after reading the last words of ‘On the Road’. She closed the book and laid it on the poolside table next to her 151 Texas tea. She picked up the brown and green plastic
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chapter 10 TRAMP: God Spoke To Me Once II “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.” -Patti Smith God spoke to me once. Aaron fished around in his leather jacket’s inside pocket and pulled out a pack of Newport 100s while he talked. I thought you were an atheist? Brandon used his lemon-yellow Bic
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TRAMP: B 4 We Were Poets circa: 1999 “I got a little black book with my poems in it.” -Pink Floyd Aaron leaned over his worktable, his shoulder-length hair tied back in a short dreadlocked topknot of a ponytail, revealing the shaved sides and back of his head, his round wire-framed glasses at the tip
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chapter 3 TRAMP: For Those About to Die, We Salute You “You start a conversation you can’t even finish. You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything. When I got something to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again.” —Talking Heads “Point, white!” shouted the black gi-clad referee, taking
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chapter 2 TRAMP: Orgasm “This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.” -The Lizard King “You want me to go down?” Big smile, wizened eyes heavy with lust, suddenly animated. She nods her head, moans a barely audible. “Yes.” She wants this she hasn’t had it like this in a while. Aaron and Mona were
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BEW Beloved Screaming Volcano Goddess’s AA A Muse A A She knows things secret things Things he doesn’t even want to know She knows where the poetry is hidden Inside of my black box Hidden on the bottom Of the crimson sea of bloody dreams Where the nightmares My mother rode to hell on hide Till I’m
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