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TRAMP: Keeping It Real “The greatest gift is a potion of thyself.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson Erika was the image that popped into your mind when you heard the words radical lesbian feminist. She looked like a cliché of a dyke. The type that took women’s studies courses seriously. Memorized the S. C. U. M. Manifesto
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TRAMP: Pages Stolen from the Diary of Dolores on the dotted line “Missed me, missed, me now you’ve got to kiss me If you kiss me, mister, you must think I’m pretty If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me” -The
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chapter 26 TRAMP: Sometimes A Man Simply Prefers The Honesty Of A Good Whore “I told you from the start just how this would end / When I get what I want, then I never want it again.” -Hole Mona lay with her head on Aaron’s chest, his neatly trimmed goatee tickling her forehead, as
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chapter 28 TRAMP Desiree Edith Baker-2001 “Where is my Marlboro Man? Where is his shiny gun? Where is my lonely ranger? Where have all the cowboys gone?” – Paula Cole Desiree was starting to get a bit of a tan; she held color well for a girl with Norwegian ancestry, but at the moment was
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Chapter 29 TRAMP: Burning Down The House On Belmont Street “And you may ask yourself, “How do I work this?” And you may ask yourself, “Where is that large automobile?” And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful house” And you may tell yourself, “This is not my
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chapter 32 Tramp: The Dope Show “The drugs, they say, make us feel so hollow / We love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow The cops and queers, to swim, you have to swallow /Hate today, no love for tomorrow” -Marilyn Manson It had been a long night Aaron and Ahmad were both exhausted after the
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chapter 23 TRAMP: New Yearz Eve The Pit 2000-2001 – (parts 1 & 2) “They were all in love with dyin’, they were drinking from a fountain That was pourin’ like an avalanche comin’ down the mountain” -The Butt Hole Surfers/Pepper New Year’s Eve, December 31st, 2000 Since walking in on Ernest’s party, the week
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TRAMP: Anarchy in the Used Book Store “We’re so pretty, oh so pretty.” -Sex Pistols So, what do you think? He looked up distractedly what do I think about what? Those two showing up here today with her fiancé, who we’ve never seen in the year since I’ve been working here. I thought he was
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TRAMP: Death Makes Angels Of Us All -the Lizard King Mona didn’t speak, and Aaron didn’t need an explanation; he understood there was nothing left to say. After a while, she would begin to get a little anxious in a place with so many people and so much noise, the same way
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chapter 13 TRAMP: Poetry in the time of Apocalypses New Year’s Eve 1999 Aaron wasn’t panicked; he rationalized this move as a transitional phase. He didn’t want to move out of his apartment. There was nothing special about it to outsiders, but this was the first time in his life that he had a place
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