...in a strange dream I had last night, David Frost touched me up and gave me some stamps. Mind you at least he gave me the time of day. Hemingway didn't. He was eyeing up the waitress instead.
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the fictions afflicting Andrew Michael Hurley
stuff that fills in the holes
- Working my way through John Updike's stories - Kilmt - Alan Rickman reading The Return of the Native - James Salter - nice pens - Japanese paintings - 1970s horror movies - Tick Tock tea - big mountains - old school Puma trainers - John Shuttleworth - Haruki Murakami - my beard - Harold Brodkey - crap seaside towns
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the fictions afflicting Andrew Michael Hurley
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