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| Otto shambles along. |
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| He won't admit it but he's lost |
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| His pursuers are nowhere to be seen. |
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| Tongue of the Pacific |
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| Bloom the strange blossoms. |
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| Burnt-out brains. |
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| I rip cars. |
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| CARTOON FREEWAY EXTERIOR DAY |
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| Chevy Malibu |
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| on a dirt farm road |
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| New Mexico plates. |
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| We invent ourselves |
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| out of ingredients we didn't choose |
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| by a process we can't control. |
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| To get to the shack i found |
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| you have to cross a rickety bridge of splintered boards. |
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| All winter long i burn wood |
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| The flames are lavender |
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| and mossy green. |
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| Oak burns with a peppery smell. |
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| Centuries and hordes of us, |
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| from every quarter of the earth, |
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| What, possibly, could make their ground more bare? |
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| Piling up |
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| Each wave going back, to get some more. |
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| Beaches are strewn again with Jasper, Agate, and Jade. |
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| At the feet of the final cliffs of all Man's wanderings. |
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| Delirium is a disease of the night. |
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| No scene. |
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| Just give me the pawn ticket. |
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| Don't call in the neighbors. |
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| It won't do any good, |
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| I promise you. |
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| NOT THE BRONZE CASKET BUT THE BRAZEN WING |
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| Language |
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| words and gestures |
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| DUKE and DEBBI sitting in a beat up car. |
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| They smoke Shermans. |
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| The common home of the placeless. |
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| DUKE is spaced. |
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| DEBBI is hot and impatient. |
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| (DISTANT GUNSHOTS) |
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| You don't have to if you don't want to. |
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| i want to. right now. |
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| There is an underground network. |
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| We call ourselves the Keepers of Ezekiel. |
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| We come from every walk of life. |
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| GEODESIC DOME EXTERIOR DAY |
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| on the final envelope. |
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| SOARING FOREVER |
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| ABOVE THEE O PERFECT |
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| O SWEETEST WATER |
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| O GLORIOUS |
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| WHEELING BIRD |
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| She gets out of the car and dons a ski mask. |
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| Duke follows her. |
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| Is this your car? |
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| Are you a gangster? |
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| It's my manager's. |
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| I'm in a band. |
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| We're called VICTIM OF THE STATE |
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| They shoulder SHOTGUNS |
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| GLOWING CITYSCAPE OUTSIDE |
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| This is the last place. |
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| There is nowhere else to go. |
