what actually happens to my physical remains is of zero interest to me. i don t want anybody seeing my body. i don t want anybody i don t want a party. reported dead. unless they can provide entertainment value in a perverse or subversive way. i mean, if you could throw me into a wood chirp, spray me into har rod s in the middle of the rush hour, that would be pretty epic. i wouldn t being mind being remembered in that way. one, two, three four five six with the radio on i m in love with massachusetts and the neon when it s cold outside and the highway when it s late at night with the radio on what the [ muted ] am i doing here? i shall explain. one minute i was standing next though a deep fryer. the next, i was watching the sunset over the sahara. i realize that one thing led directly to the other. had i not taken a dead-end dish washing job, i would not have become a cook. had i not become a cook, i would never have become a chef. had i not bec
had my first oyster. i blame my first oyster for everything i did after. my thrill-seeking, my hideous screw ups in pursuit of pleasure. i bridled bitterly at the smothering chokehold of love and normalcy in my house. call it a character flaw, of which drugs for a simple m manifestation. outstanding corporal. pet lent view of my bourgeois parents who committed the unpardonable sin of loving me. i m really glad we had a chance to do this. me too, yeah. okay. call. yeah, let s shoot another one, yeah. take two. two years ago frequent flier miles meant nothing to me. today miles earned are the pathetic milestones. take turn. we would write the voiceover in the beginning, like we need context for what we are seeing, some summary of the scene. later on another swing
i brilgdsed bridled bitterly at the choke hold of love. outstanding corporal. pet lent view of my bourgeois parents who committed the unpardonable sin of loving me. i m glad we got the chance to do this. me too, yeah. okay. call. yeah, let s shoot another one, yeah. take two. two years ago frequent flier miles meant nothing to me. today miles earned are the pathetic milestones. take turn. we would write the voiceover in the beginning, like we need context for what we are seeing, some summary of the scene. later on another swing through southeast asia with layovers here and there. first stop, singapore, a quick business dinner with my editor. tan? tanabalon. tony would come to the
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