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We’ve got the trucks but no depot, capisce? We’ve got the ships but no harbor. We’ve got the hard-on and the jism but the woman is dead.
Your mama just died in her own merda while the nurses were busy divvying up the morphine?
shit
Your mama just died in her own merda while the nurses were busy divvying up the morphine?
Haha
as he began to drift toward oblivion he recalled the clean corridors of the USIC medical center, the surgical equipment still shrouded in plastic wrapping, the yellow-painted room littered with boxes marked NEO-NATAL.
He knew there were no rainforests here, no mountains, no waterfalls,
Oasis was the first place he’d ever allowed himself to bond with. The first place he’d ever loved.
2 similes
Haha
“Grainger,”
Haha X delirium requiring antipsychotics
Haha
Tartaglione
Austin.
Whiskey consumed by Alex Grainger.
Flores,
another patient here.”
Werner.
He must cling to his sincerity. It was all he had left. There must be no bile in his soul, no barb in his speech. To love without discrimination, to mean all creatures well,
even a rabid dog like Tartaglione, even a waste of space like Werner: that was his sacred duty as a Christian,
a geeky orphan who’d grown into a specialized form of survivor. We are all specialized forms of survivor,
We lack what we fundamentally need and forge ahead regardless,
hurriedly hiding our wounds, disguising our ineptitude, bluffing our way ...
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When it came down to it, it was not Jesus but these women on whose mercy he threw himself, and who must decide if he’d finally gone too far.
he couldn’t remember opening the bottle.
Springer.”
Flores,
Dr. Austin
Dr. Adkins
All the scars ever suffered by anyone in the whole of human history were not suffering but triumph: triumph against decay, triumph against death.
If only the tongue that God lent him when he was called upon to speak in public to strangers could have come to his aid when writing in private to his wife.
the rhetoric of a sermon was one thing; his wife’s grim reality was another.
he’d muddled through with the same hodgepodge of faith, medicine and common sense that everyone else in his church back in England was likely to rely
remember that all human beings must die, but remember too that God is merciful and may snatch your life back from the jaws of death if … if what? If what?
why did God do it for some Christians and not for others?
And atheists too!
And if the laws of biology on Oasis were such that the SLM couldn’t heal, that the mechanism for healing didn’t even exist, was there any point in praying to God for help?
Haha
Haha
This place is one big anti-climax.”
Haha
Haha
Simile
a gleeful swarm of humid air,
Haha
Haha
They were, of course, hopelessly lost.
Haha
Except the homing beacon wouldn’t be working either
Two cotton-wrapped, pink mammals marooned on a dark ocean of soil.
“Mental blank,” he said. “That’s what happens,” said Grainger, solemn and intense. “That’s what this place is about, that’s how it works. It’s like one huge dose of Propanolol, erasing everything we ever knew. You mustn’t let them break you.”
Why not retrieve the contacts too?
Decatur.
Bethany
