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culture & shit

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We'll be in Mexico tonight. Pack a razor, pack some glue. Things fall apart off the track, and that's where we'll be, baby, in our Mambo Cadillac,      cause you're looking for love, but I'm looking for a wreck.

barbara hamby, mambo cadillac

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Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille.

dragline

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note

“A rumor surfaced last night that Camden Yards would stop serving Natty Boh this season. It's false, according to a team official.”

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TRAILER And When I Die, I Won't Stay Dead - Billy Woodberry

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new orleans

“I have said this before, but there is something remarkable about waking up here. I would swing my feet from under the covers and, as my feet touched the hardwood floors of my shotgun double, I felt…well, I can’t really explain. Like I could eat anything, drink anything, fight anyone, and get clean away with it.”

-rick bragg

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He lay quietly, oppressed by a sense of a dwindling life, of his youth dwindling away as he rested beside a woman he should have never known, here so far off the course he knew should have been his that he wondered with panic if it had been lost forever. He could feel no love, and the anguish of a life without it was greater now than when he had lived alone. Then at least there had been the anticipation; now, though there were comforts, there was no hope except in eventual escape, and of that he did not feel capable. ...Sometimes after Oma had gone to bed he stayed up with the light out and continued drinking by the open window, through which the warm September air, faint music, voices, the sound of shattering glass, the hum of cars and rumble of trucks entered with flashes of light that played over the sleeping form under the sheet, and he felt the guilt of inaction, of simply waiting while his life went to waste. No one was worth the gift of his life, no one could possibly be worth that. It belonged to him alone and he did not deserve it either, because he was letting it waste. It was getting away from him and he made no effort to stop it. He did not know how. He fought urges to hurl his tumbler out the window. The chair he sat on smashed in his mind against the wall. Yearning for struggle and release, he felt he had to fight, as he had felt years before when he had come home from the army to begin his life and confronted the fact there was nothing he wanted to do.

leonard gardner, fat city

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state of me

i ordered a large black eye and she asked my name and i said Rooster and she said like Cogburn and over the deafening thrumps of my heart i said no, im much too sensitive

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The Godfather Epic

the added scenes are beautiful, more reminders of the majesty of Film, but fuck, this chronological rejiggering: when the (original) iconic first scene (finally) arrives after an hour of DeNiro, youre reminded of just how startling Brando was, and how fucking great every one of these scenes is.

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He was a layman in the wings of a vast cathedral, waiting for his cue to step into the light.

garth risk hallberg, city on fire

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Fargo

season two is best; a sunny wintry amalgam of Lynch, Tarantino, Wes Anderson.

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R+L=J

did not pick up on this in the books. not even a little bit. if true, time to reassess my skills. wld be like Peter North not shooting ropes or Willie Mays not catching fly balls.

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bloodline

its not the lush landscape. its not the cunning pace. its not Norbert Leo Butz. the best thing about ‪#‎Bloodline‬ is every motherfucker is around my age.