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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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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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TRAMP Jen 26 “And I go insane, like I always do And I call your name, she’s a lot like you” -Lindsey Buckingham After nearly a year of celibacy for the sake of his art, Aaron lost his virginity, poetically speaking, with Jen. Mona saw Jen first; she was hard not to notice, not because
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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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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 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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TRAMP: No Woman, No Cry “my fear is my only courage” -The Mandela Effect “my feet is my only carriage” -Bob Marley Aaron casually strolled into the foyer and headed towards the sign-in sheet, letting the ALICE pack slide off his left shoulder onto the concrete floor as he greeted the doorman
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