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I have often raised an eyebrow at hearing him sing, as I push a cart down some Safeway aisle, of the spiritual complexities induced by he admixture of Cuervo Gold, cocaine, and nineteen-year-old girls (in the hands of a man of, shall we say, a certain age). At which point I look around Frozen Foods and wonder: "Is anyone else hearing this?"
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People say Americans are materialistic. But do you know why?" "Why?" asked Milgrim, more concerned with this uncharacteristically expansive mode of expression on Brown's part. "Because they have better stuff," Brown had replied. "No other reason."
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It worked okay.
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The men in bars, who explain every dark secret of this world, Tito, have you noticed, no secret requires more than three drinks to explain. Who killed the Kennedys? Three drinks. America's real motive in Iraq? Three drinks. The three-drink answers can never contain the truth. The
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Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal rem..
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Music was strange that way though; there were people into any damned thing, it seemed like, and if you got enough of them together in one bar, she guessed, you could have a pretty good time.
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And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in a gray morning of Paris rain.
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the windows of army surplus stores constituted hymns to male powerlessness.
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masculinity
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His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it.
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The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. "It's not like I'm using," Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. "It's like my body's developed this massive drug defi-
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Roppongi is an interzone, the land of gaijin bars, always up late. I'm waiting at a pedestrian crossing when I see her. She's probably Australian, young and quite serviceably beautiful. She wears very expensive, very sheer black undergarments, and little else, save for some black outer layer--equally sheer, skintight, and micro-short--and some gold and diamonds to give potential clients the right idea. She steps past me, into four lanes of ..
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The future is already here -- it's just not very evenly distributed.
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The NET is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.
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William Gibson |
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The future is not google-able.
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William Gibson |
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Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.
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We no longer grow the full beef of bohemia, It's all veal now.
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Hell of a world we live in...""That's right," I said, "or even worse, it could be perfect."
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If I was looking to be depressed, I'd come to the right place.
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