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1996 (I)
02:46
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Ben's in his garden again. You know, he's never in there. In my opinion, he means to there every day, but just, he's not that kind of person. He doesn't need it. I swear he doesn't eat a thing from it. You know what, he's only crawling around. I used to think he weeded but no, he's just crawling around. I don't like this at all. Did he lose something? I think he must have because he's down on his hands and knees and I can barely see his head in the grass. But he's only been in there a minute, what did he lose? Oh, he's looking for that hole. Did I tell you, a couple of weeks ago, that he dug a hole? Big. And I was sure he was going to plant a tree. No, he didn't put anything in it. I don't know what he's waiting for at all. Yes, I was right, he's found the hole. I don't know what this crawling business is about, you can easily spot the hole standing. It's right on his side of the fence. It's deeper than I knew; the weeds and grass obscured it before. He can fit his whole body in there. It's raining. It's been raining this whole time. He's taken his glasses off. I can't see him anymore. He's all the way in.
Anyway, how's Grace liking kindergarten?
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Matthew
03:34
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Matthew
Old Sunny Blue, making its way south along my hemorrhaging varicose veins, to god in my shoe, getting him stoned. He's wondering if I would escort him home.
Well, I should call Madeleine, cause Marge just won't stop crying herself blind. She's bordering on being a bit unkind. And sister or not, she won't come through. Not with my hands turning a delicate blue
Well, I should call Madeleine. She would like to see this. She always loved a bitter end.
Well then.
I feel like heaven in a handbag; like mixing mescaline with jet-lag. I look like hell dressed in her best drag. I feel like heaven.
Hospices are bleak this time of year and on a weekend. See that man who's begun to bleed again? He's had a bright idea about life: it's not a race so why not save some face? And get out all your laughs out while you can?
What a respectable plan for someone with God in his shoe, and death in his arm.
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1961
01:38
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Benjamin
03:09
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"Keep your hands off the table but not in your pockets. I don't care if you're able, don't light off bottle rockets. They'll burn you"
Then how come Marge and Matthew are allowed to?
"Well their case is special and they're older than you, you are an imbecile and often quite rude. Kindness is a virtue."
Then how did you become such a mean old lady?
The only thing worse than looking for trouble is finding none. I'll do my best, but who'll do the rest? I need a partner in crime, someone to write all my lines when I'm Inevitably caught in a lie
That's why I've called you to this meeting here today: the Secret Society of Ben and Mary K. Just us two. I'm happy you saw my ad seeking people seeking mischief. First thing is first, you must swear to an oath, show me your worth, and when you have done both, I can trust you. Right? Now it's time we pull a heist, who should we stiff?
Eliza has a record player, battery powered, painted lime. I spent my allowance on a Beach Boys 45. We'll sneak into her bedroom, take it from the dresser. We will be so quiet, we won't get too excited. Mind the floor's squeaky spots, we cannot get caught. We cannot get caught. We cannot-
Shoot.
The only thing worse than being in trouble is being young. I've done my best. Could you do the rest? Mary my friend, my partner in crime, could you assign me some lines now that I've finally been caught in a lie?
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Eliza
03:53
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Eliza's love was a figment of someone else's imagination. Cast to play herself for every motion picture made in a basement on Euclid Ave; perhaps you've seen her naked on the blue screen, her eyes aglaze with number eight, as she masturbates. One might think that God would know, the only times she felt alive were long slow drives, playing with the headlights.
Snow covered pines make it somewhat hard to find a body bleached in sunlight. Rumor holds that a femme fatale got cold in her veins, painting her blood white. She ran her tab around the world and through her back.
Well, it must have been grand, while it lasted.
Everything has a "lovely" ring in obituary print
"She was a lovely girl who simply lost her way."
If only they could see her with an untamed eye, they might have glimpsed a gadfly.
Snow covered pines make it somewhat hard to find a body bleached in sunlight. Rumor holds that a femme fatale got cold in her veins, painting her blood white. She ran her tab around the world and through her back.
Well, it must have been grand, while it lasted.
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Mary
03:07
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Mary K, just like her sister, made for the neon stage, pictured in the paper on the verge of turning eight. What a lovely age were it not today that she dug a grave, fitted for a misfit missing half of a leg.
Sissy's sixteen in May, or at least that's what it would be. Such a disappointment wasn't she?
At the funeral for Eliza, Mother Superior said she died a sinner in God's eyes, a fornicating, shameless girl, and Mary had to listen.
Service commenced at noon, so everyone was in the neon sun. Children from the school sit in a line right up front, followed by the nuns all painted stern. Mary waits her turn to sit through some appraisal of the virtue she has learned.
"Look down, Mary dear, see the devil you should know and fear."
Goodbye sister, she will miss you. Close the casket so she can't kiss you
goodnight.
At the funeral for Eliza, Mother Superior said she died a sinner in God's eyes, a fornicating, shameless girl, and Mary had to listen.
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1996 (II)
03:28
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I wonder why I'm so sycophantic, and at times so very quite pedantic. It could be I'm weary of life, bored, and have lost my mind, or maybe I'm just teething.
Never mind, goodbye, put the light out. I'm terrified of dying while it's bright out. Fetch me a red cigarette, a pen, and blank cassette, then close the door behind you.
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Madeleine
04:35
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You're calling me old now. What a surprise. You don't really look that good yourself, sorry to say it dear. But I want to be cold now, amusements aside. I don't have some false impression of my health. That's why I brought you here. Did anyone ask you where you were going to be going?
I think it's best to keep it clandestine, nothing showing. It just feels so much more romantic, laugh if you will.
"I always liked you despite any faults." That's what you're supposed to say at a time like this, or anyway. I don't want to fight you, that's the point of it all. But to back out of this deal would be much remiss
So what do you say? You know as I do where I'm going to be going. And I want it discretely, nice and tidy, nothing showing. I don't want to beg, but if I must, I will, so here it goes.
Please, Madeleine, kill me in my sleep so I might feel you one last time. What I mean to say, is that I'm not having fun. And you used to tell me "that is the most important part." So shut up and do it, it'll be easy once you start.
Please, Madeleine, kill me in my sleep so I might feel you one last time.
What I mean to say, is that I'm not having fun.
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