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Sunday, October 04, 2009

the brothers bloom

it seems to me that in the perfect con, in the end is where each one involved gets just the thing they wanted.

it's a lie that tells a truth.
i dont know about a truth. a photograph is a secret that tells a secret.
the more it tells you, the less you know

the trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
so this was not a story about a miserable girl, living with a person she sometimes hated, but a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing. and even love the person she was trapped with. and i told myself this story until it became true.

now, did doing this help me escape from a wasted life, or blind me so i wouldn't want to escape it? i dont know. but either way, i was the one telling my own story, so... no. i don't feel cheated at all.


whose idea was it to go straight?
mine. stephen always loved the life.
then he was almost killed on a run to jakarta...
sometimes i think he'd love to die on a job. cornered at midnight on a run to jakarta. that's his dream, to tell a story so well it fulfills itself. somehow. it would finally make it real for him.
that's kind of the thing we all want.

well, trying to get something real by telling yourself stories is a trap. trust me on that one.
(she should know of all people!)



i think you're constipated. in your - soul.

i think you might have a really big load of grumpy, petrified poop up your soul's ass.

... what?



your smile is the sun, ma chere.
and fallen men need the sun



i have, at different times in my life, literally sold ice to an eskimo and sand to an arab, but i have no idea what she could have said to that man to have sweet-talked her way out of that castle.

afraid you cant tell the difference between real love and falling in love playing a part
real sunsets turn into dark, uncertain nights


that's the best card trick i've ever seen. wish you had a bigger audience
you're the only audience i've ever needed.

there's no such thing as an unwritten life.
just a badly written one

i love you, bloom.

you know what we're going to do?
we're going to live like we're telling the best story in the whole world
are you ready?

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