ENTHRALLED.

.. set fires so the window at the center of each huge eye blazed huge and alive and inescapable over the city at dawn....
and even after the fires were out, the face was still there and it was worse. the empty eyes seemed to watch everyone in the street but at the same time were dead...

tyler handed the gun around. it was so heavy for something so small, as if a giant thing like a mountain or a sun were collapsed an melted down to make this. ....

we wanted to blast the world free of history. We were eating breakfast in the house on Paper Street, and tyler said, picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside th cage bars at night. ...

imagine Tyler said, stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles.....

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RAIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/videos.jhtml?videoId=156555&display=all

that's the dance off.



and the video
http://www.comedycentral.com/colbertreport/videos.jhtml?videoId=86679

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Entropy

"When Marla found the first lump, she went to a clinic where slumped scarecrow mothers sat in plastic chairs on three sides of the waiting room with limp doll children balled in their laps or lying at their feet. The children were sunken and dark around their eyes the way oranges or bananas go bad and collapse...
The way teeth in the clinic looked huge in everyone's thin face, you saw how teeth are just shards of bone that come through your skin to grind things up.
This is where you end up if you don't have health insurance.
Before anyone knew any better, a lot of gay guys had wanted children, and now the children are sick and the mothers are dying and the fathers are dead, and sitting in the hospital vomit smell of piss and vinegar while a nurse asks each mother how long she's been sick and how much weight she's lost and if her child has any living parent or guardian, Marla decides, no.
If she was going to die, Marla didn't want to know about it...
Then Marla bought herself some really good pantyhose, the kind that don't run.
"Even the good kind that don't run," Marla says, "they snag."
Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart. "

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visceral

characterized by or dealing with coarse or base emotions; earthy; crude: a visceral literary style.

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Runners Dial Zero

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
When the building's burned
Was there some concern
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find

Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
They shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
When the building's burned
Was there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

Come and ride the N (train) and ride it

come on everybody give me something to dance for