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You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

Thomas Pynchon

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.
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Side Story Woman
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
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Abuse Greedy Love Machine Power Technology
The reality is in this head. Mine. I’m the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
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Eyes Head Reality Universe Visible
Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
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Connection Dreams Movement Reality Togetherness
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove’s difference and the universe can be on into a whole ‘nother song.
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Difference Notice Place Record Universe Yourself
What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.
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Evil Goodness Meaning Myself People Sold Trust
Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.
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Choice Fame Myself Photography
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments
Shall I project a world?
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One Liner World
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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Amazing exchange Information Reality Sanity Woman Wonderful Wrong
Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.
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Book Reading Time Wasted Time Yourself
Get too conceptual, too cute and remote, and your characters die on the page.
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Character Concept Death Page Writing Yourself
There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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Best Cooperation Decision Destruction Direction Illusion Management Power Reality Support

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