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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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TRAMP: Solipsism Mona found herself matching up her features with Aaron’s, wondering what their kids might look like. He wasn’t attractive according to the Greco-Roman standard of beauty, but she had observed that both women and men checked him out. He looked half his age, his eyes were large, almost doll like so much so
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TRAMP: Tavah In A Good Mood “There was a boyA very strange enchanted boyThey say he wondered very farVery far And then one day One day he passed my wayAnd while we spoke of many thingsFools and kingsThis he said to me“ -David Bowie/Nature Boy Tavah was in an unusually good mood, singing to herself
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TRAMP: Tavah’s Great Dilemma “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.” —Patty Smith Tavah’s great dilemma was that there was no great dilemma. Her life, as best she could tell, was untroubled, unchallenged, and without undue suffering. Her parents, likewise, were completely unremarkable. “Solid unshakable good German stock,” is how her mother referred to
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TRAMP: The Show Must Go On “Now I’m naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show?” ‘Bullet with Butterfly Wings’ -Smashing Pumpkins Brandon. Do you ever get nervous when you read your stuff? Aaron inquired over the noise of passing Elm street traffic. No. Why do you ask?
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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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