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Look, this is a bad time. I've been going to Debtors Anonymous. You wanna see some really fucked up people? I'm just on my way out. Me, too. I've got a stomach-full of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. Just picture watching Marla Singer throw herself around her crummy apartment. But this isn't a for-real suicide thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. This could go on for hours. So you're staying in tonight, then? Do you wanna wait and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone?
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17.5s
Uhh! How could Tyler not go for that? The night before last, he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella. Marla doesn't need a lover. She needs a fucking case worker. She needs a wash. And she's in love with sport fuckin'. She invaded my support groups. Now she'd invaded my home. Hey, hey. Sit down.
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30.5s
In the world I see, you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forest, around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, Laying strips of venison on the empty carpool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
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