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By Michele McDannold I dreamt of living in a rubber room (my head wrapped around a train) the whistle doesn’t sound like a whistle not like the old western movies when I say old (I mean dead, they seem dead) black and white trapped in a box must be bones similar to the pale mornings [...]

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Buscemi

By Michele McDannold he reminded me of buscemi and everywhere it was this guy how I didn’t intend it but I was watching these random occurrences— well, seemingly. How could it be that stacked day on day, unrelated, related a voice-over, a bit movie part an old favorite his cigarette dangles at me you there, [...]

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