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    Nothing matters, and as long as numbers can go up forever, he’ll never find one that satisfies him, because what else is there in his dental veneer world to do the trick? Rooms feel decorated when Hannibal enters them, his Onica has arrived, his telephone is top of the line, his father’s suits have been sent to Japan to be kaketsugi-ed,

    Or: Hannibal's gonna eat Wall Street before he lets it eat him.

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    24 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    "John had a composition once which involved taking everybody out into the woods and having them follow the wind. As of late though we play indoors so we have to be the weather." — Lou Reed

    "I was thinking one time about creating weather by using music...I'd like to have a tape that would create a 75-degree temperatures. Over a period of days you could play a tape that would regulate the heat around you. The kind of heat that it would give off would be in some cases like summer or autumn." — John Cale

    (new york [where else?], 1966ish.)

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    26 Nov 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 76

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    “When in Rome, brother. But I do clean up real fuckin' pretty.”

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    10 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 9

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    Pointing at her, with conviction, “The Rory I knew is in you somewhere, kicking and screaming to be let out. She’d never forgive me.”

    For a moment, she couldn’t find her teeth. The shape of his ears, and the waves of hair flicked around them, soft peaks, cloudstuff, like it’d melt on her tongue. Grown-out and weary, silver-streaked, modish. And where his jaw sat in his hand, the moons of his nails, the plump slush of drunken vein-detours through oil-slick forearm. “For what?” she said.

    Respite, some air, then eyes again. Gorgonic. “For letting you turn out like them,” he said.

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    21 Oct 2024

  5. Public Bookmark 32

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    At the edge of the water, Kendall made a choice. He always did.

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    01 Sep 2023