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what if i was a ghost of my own existence?
fire walk with me.
under the table, out on the deck, past the rings of fire that encircle us.
fire for roosters, for cocks, for pecking.
fire for seventeen, the fire-er in chief, the meaningless card with the most power in the deck.
past the years walk with me, past the pinnacles, up the cyclones, down the hatches.
walk on forever, and then stop. walk on because it feels good, realness, one foot in front of the other.
fire the engines, fire the guns, fire the heat in hearts, minds and hands.
ravage anybody and everything in your way.

david lynch is magnificent, fool.
he's not fast, he's observant, he takes time. his dialogues are slow.