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They wore the expression men always wore when they watched you dance, staring real hard but locked up inside themselves at the same time, so their eyes told you nothing at all and their faces, in spite of the sweat, might have been carved from something that only looked like flesh.
About the only thing to like about Florida was drugs, which were easy to come by and cheap and mostly industrial strength. Sometimes she imagined the bleach smell was the smell of a million dope labs cooking some unthinkable cocktail, all those molecules thrashing their kinky little tails, hot for destiny and the street.
She was glad they were gone, because she liked being alone and high and clean.
It was what Eddy called an art crowd, people who had some money and dressed sort of like they didn’t, except their clothes fit right and you knew they’d bought them new.
the exchange had wound down to nothing, to a gaijin ritual of joking goodbyes.
the English seemed to place no special value on the symmetry of fruit.
“Are you Net security?” “Fuck no, I’m abducting you.”
to distinguish ambition from talent.
she mingles on the manifold planes with the shadows of heroes and villains whose names mean nothing
The grounds are bright and wild, though the long grass does not grow and the wildflowers do not fade.