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"Candy is beside me, drenched in sweat. She's breathing gently, long slow breaths. I imagine her soul going in and out: wanting to leave, wanting to come back, wanting to leave, wanting to come back. The day will soon harden into what we need to do. But for now we have each other. . . ." He... read more
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“He met sexy, free spirited Candy amid a lush Sydney summer. They fell in love fast, the days melting warmly into each other.He never planned to give her a habit. But she wanted a taste.And wasnt love, after all, about sharing lives? In the beginning, everything was beautiful.Heady, heroin hazed days, the world open and inviting. But when the money ran out, the craving remained..and the days ceased their luxurious stretch...."”
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Because when you think you are in love, you don’t want to know about the things that could end it.
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Life is a circle and death will make it a line, snap it suddenly away from repetitiveness, fling it out into the void, beyond geometry, where at least there’s relief from the friction of things?
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Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.
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For every hundred-dollar cock in Candy’s cunt, Candy needs a two-hundred-dollar jab in the arm. And I’m Prince Pimp, welcome to the show. I would vomit up my life if I could.
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I thought if I could hold my breath for long enough, then finally tomorrow, full of light and pollen, would arrive. And here it is. I can start breathing again.
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Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.
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There are times love would seem to be the only word capable of describing the frightening physics of this momentum. There is desolation and then there is each other.
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But there is a blackness all around. We can’t imagine anything. We can’t suppose. We are trapped inside the thickest of boundaries.
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The past is not a foreign country but a book long since returned to the library.
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Sleep. The place where a deeper unease can penetrate through sick bone and aching muscle, an unease so fine and lightweight it can settle even on the atoms of oxygen in your lungs, coat them with a dread silt, weigh them down, so you puff restlessly all night and whimper into the dawn.
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There were good times and bad times, but in the beginning there were more good times.
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- Luke Davies (Author)
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- Dewey: 828'.914
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