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Jun 2018
the journalist asked why young girls were
going missing & Eli went into a rage - it
had been happening all over town &
the town [the journalist after him
                                   through the rented loft: 'Eli!' she called out
& out of nowhere he punched her in the face;    

T'is not America, he berated her,
choking the life out her; her pumps flying -         off
in a blind frenzy kicking her  
                            *****-hosed legs to ruins until she
stopped flaying on the floor; &
Eli got the claw [no mere hammer but a magic  
             hammer & did what he'd been
thinking he wanted to do to
Rachel; Nasty as hell, the mess oozing    
       over the polished        floor: no phone call,
                heading to the airport w/ no luggag e:
******* journalist:                         [*****, cancer-riddled blonde
                             scratches her scabs & can't remember her own name - but           everyone calls her Rubie:  b/c she's always bleeding  ,
hair falling out, pining     (                                   );
         for the mad painter; a
murderer :                she wanted Eli to someday shoot her dead;
but there'd be no time for something

     so romantically sublime;          content to have her corpse
thrown on a bonfire;                          no one cared that they'd
be bones by the time future-men approached
the place is Hazrd suits::: p: Eli visits his friend in Russia & kills w/ impunity; the police look [they couldn't care less anyway )               the other way & get a nice bonus   [a great painter summers here,
                  they brag to anyone who listens             [                      
was a sprawling dark mess; there were cockroaches
the size of cars roaming the fallow woods
             surrounding Chernobyl -                          
no one in their right mind goes  near (                       )  the place or [they call im The American Painter;        drunk & sleeps w/ underage girls; his yuppy  publicist invents                                         rumors when          he hasn't ( been seen  )                ☉                    in days or weeks ;

            anywhere near it; no one except
girls apparently                             drawn to the place
by [talk of a mysterious clique who survive w/ lesions
               of cancer riddling their bodies, painting
& making wild new        music: the Last Generation :
no one even
                     knows they exist; [Eli lives on a farm in
       America in Amish country]
(Eli was always getting ghost-calls / distant relatives of Igor -
          [something always (                               ) told him who it was
                but she never spoke; it was the blonde -  
everyone thought was dead: Eli knew too much; (               ) he
kept a gun in his coat; he took                  it out[ Eli never wore the coat]                    their women stink of death 
              [hair falling out in chunks from the tattooed scalp;
          making money smuggling out         ' Chernobyl ****'                      graphic zombie ***        perversions beyond believe    
         (radioactiveperfume sprayed burns    [-] skin tearing off in sheets of rugged tattoos - they die off & don't reproduce --- committed  ]
[  hipsters to the                     death][          Ivan picked up the
                        "yeh?"            cell from his desk &     said:
a mysterious magnetic                       force: [почему ты не любишь меня?]
[[*******, Eli!               I ******* don't want to
         be alone anymore! I need u to stay w/ me - to lob -        e                 love me the way I love u -
(quack Mesmerists           [the journalist survived
          the hammer blow but not the gunshot; all went quiet; zombie lovers
          in abandoned parks kissing
Lenin & Stalin like hoary ***** old men ;
       oh, ****, yeh, daddy bear, come
& take ur baby-boy [So Igor got into the                new      scene & stood(denied three times               ) out as that guy what writes novellas for the
State; 'почему ты не любишь меня?'
                         'it don't pay', he says, 'ur lying'
       says an old *** in Russian, Igor says,
     'Bend over, old man, let my juggle
ur hemorrhoids on my ****::
'ain't u the romantic Igor surprised
         the whisky-soured *** & hailed a   rough (               )  crew over to hold the old man down &               pull a    
  train on the wheezing         pensioner;
          leaving him not a coin &
                  minus a                  few of his already    broken           teeth;  
claiming         it to be the animal spirits  
           [Eli felt like hitting Rachel w/
a hammer        (the *** heard Igor
        laughing it up inside the bar & could
[почему ты не любишь меня?]
only ***** & **** himself]      lying there (      )
     in the pissy alley; [a]       good night's sleep about due
            right then,           but he just thought it -            
         & left the room] Eli
                         of the poisoned                              earth [awakened)
[he'd do anything right                                 then for the prickly sallow-skinned skinny                
          radioactive blonde;                              gone bald &
       spindly thin as a                   piece of floss          
by the nuclear    [Eli thought if he ******
her her ***** might come clean off                                     radiation that will stay steeped [losing an arm or a leg]
[he needed her; she had to be the ugliest              woman he knew; face tattoos & piercings; scars & spontaneous
      bleeding fissures; [s             he was 24 & *****]
     24 hours a day;
there was no day
& night -death                  had no color:            (she loved Eli & he'd never set eyes on her: they had computers &
the Internet:          but no one wanted
to see their televised           as then  b           musicians tended to die onstage ::: ******* living nightmare blood
       f             gushing into the audience &
                                                .
              ­    from the audience             limbs thrown onstage;
     still in all, he wasn't going near the forest of Chernobyl;
on a plan e (              ) back to America + wife + ki=ds
in the soil for uncountable thousands of years -
Johnny  Noiπ
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