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fuck you and then some

cuvintele sunt de prisos. stateam cu cotu-n scrumiera si visam ca vaslesc. era intuneric si am intrat ca un vacar american cu capsa pusa. am cerut un foc pe scari si mi-am dat seama ca sunt un idiot si ca-mi doresc sa nu ma fi cunoscut niciodata.  ar fi trebuit sa mananc mai multa bataie si mai mult peste cand eram mic. nu-i nimic, compensez prin parul de pe picioare.

“I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall.  But I don’t honestly know what kind…. It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college.  Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, ‘It’s a secret between he and I.’  Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer.  I just don’t know.”

“It was the dancing When my little boy Dimitri died…and everybody was crying… Me, I got up and I danced. They said, “Zorba is mad.” But it was the dancing — only the dancing that stopped the pain.”

Bunuel, eat your heart out!

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