My Own Private Idaho background creation
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Ken 2022-03-27 09:01:10
Idaho, Idaho, you are the endless road, the endless cloud. You are a house painted in blue or green on the high ground in the distance, carrying my father from nowhere in the vague years. You are my betrayed life, I guard the bonfire and lie in your arms. In my dream that I don't know whether it is black or white, I always want to see your sky and your cloud. You have my mother's figure, you are the return of my dream. I don't have my mother anymore, I don't have my lover anymore. All I remember - about mothers: you hold me in your arms, I look at you in my heart. You are my loneliness, you are my libido. You are cocaine, death and cemetery, chartreuse sunflowers, ten dollars, stolen motorcycles and postcards from my mother. It is myself that is filled with tattered fiery voids full of love that I can't speak of. You are my mother, my dream. Idaho, Idaho, my personal Idaho, my own Idaho.
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Octavia 2022-03-21 09:02:12
When I was a child, I didn't think it was anything, but now I watch River Phoenix again.
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Mike Waters: [in a coffee shop] How'd we get home?
Scott Favor: That German guy. Hans. He brought you downtown, you were passed out. He said he was heading to Portland, so I asked him for a ride.
Mike Waters: For some reason I'm forgetting a German guy named Hans.
Scott Favor: Well. You were sleeping.
Mike Waters: How much do you make off me while I'm sleeping?
Scott Favor: Just a ride, Mike. I don't make anything. What, you think that I sell your body while you are asleep?
Mike Waters: Yeah.
Scott Favor: [Scott stirs his coffee] No, Mike. I'm on your side.
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Jane Lightwork: I'm the one who heard him cry out last night. He said "God, God, God..." three or four times. And when I got there I put my hand into the bed and felt his feet. And they were cold as stone. And I checked the rest of his body. And it too was as cold as stone...