"The result's been me gettin beat 'n fucked over for twenty years," he says, but his mind ain't exactly on what he's saying.
What Desire offers is warmth.
Life.
He can't be dead if he's feeling that, and he shivers.
"Result's the tire iron. Like Ennis always said, I guess." And then, low, like an inside joke, or maybe to himself, "That ain't it, can't be. Dead men don't want for nothin."
And he wants. Of everything that is dark and out of balance around him, its the one thing he's sure of.
Wryly, "Sure never thought you'd figure in my dream--or whatever this is. Not like this, anyhow."
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Date: 2006-08-11 05:39 am (UTC)What Desire offers is warmth.
Life.
He can't be dead if he's feeling that, and he shivers.
"Result's the tire iron. Like Ennis always said, I guess." And then, low, like an inside joke, or maybe to himself, "That ain't it, can't be. Dead men don't want for nothin."
And he wants. Of everything that is dark and out of balance around him, its the one thing he's sure of.
Wryly, "Sure never thought you'd figure in my dream--or whatever this is. Not like this, anyhow."