novel, short story, fiction. sci-fi
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chapter 11 TRAMP: A Song Ain’t Nothing But A Poem Set To Music – Hank Williams Xavier had been working security here since they renovated the Santa Fe building and turned the old warehouse into lofts. The place had been renovated with the help of taxpayers’ dollars for Dallas’ burgeoning urban chic. It was an
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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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chapter 9 TRAMP: Writers’ Block Ten Years Running “It’s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder How I keep from going under.” -Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five Mona wasn’t a very prolific writer. Her output had been limited to a few very short, intense pieces since they began doing the poetry gig.
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chapter 8 version III TRAMP: Nathanial III The Drunker You Get, the Blacker You Talk – 2001 –Karla “I wish I was special, but I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here. I don’t belong here.” -Damien Rice Nathanial Percival Robertson III ran the fingers of both hands over the
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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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chapter 16 TRAMP: Organic Art “I’m sorta doing what Trevor did in ‘thump thump thump’ and Brandon did in ‘Burning The Effigy Of Kyle Vaughn’ and you did in your poem ‘Prayer’ but I didn’t really think about it, it just sort of happened on its own you know you were there you understand my
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chapter 22.1 TRAMP: No Speed Racer XXX “The sun has gone down and the moon has come upAnd long ago somebody left with the cupBut he’s driving and striving and hugging the turnsAnd thinking of someone for whom he still burns”—Cake Mona woke up alone. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, then looked around the
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chapter 12 TRAMP: I am the passenger 1999 “I look up, the stars write themselves, And at this very moment someone spells me out.” -Octavio Paz The bedraggled old white woman, the county hospital psych ward issued plastic coated identification bracelet on her left wrist her only jewelry boarded the train in the underground Mockingbird
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