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Rant: The Oral History of Buster CaseyIrene Casey: The man pulled up his pants, his thing still steaming with pee and blood. Still dripping sperms. He pulled up the zipper and looked his head around. Looking down at me, he said, "Stay until I'm gone." And he walked upriver on the water, all the way to over the most far-off horizon. Tina Something: No, the real lie, the real liars, are Echo Lawrence and Shot Dunyun, because they know the truth but won't tell. You can flashback in time and tinker with events. And every night, they still try. Irene Casey: My legs, open to the blue Christmas sky. My sweater was froze, stitched into the ice a bunch of places. Half sleepy from not breathing, my eyes watched the water bubble up through the cracks around me. My ears heard the whine and moan of the river pulling apart the broke pieces. The living, alive blood and piss of me, freezing. The man's sperms. The river ice shifting, breaking up. Coming to life. Tina Something: That's how most of the people in power have anticipated and profited from current events ...» |
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