Doug Meet: I like to remember things my way
Detective: What do you mean by that?
Detective: How do you remember them?
Doug Meet: Not necessarily the way it happened.
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[Doug Meet makes phone]
...one hundred, twice-heavy, incapably slow, ill-fated, familiarly unpaid, unforgiving of her next of kin, had Jerry Lee Lewis pre-deceased his sister...
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I am filled with half of the emotionally spared relief previously listed, for the depressing exception, only Jerry Lee Lewis, or rather, his life, have available: an exemption so random but specific, it not only forgives him, but absolves silently his unforgivable ignorance, its verity, thanks him for the reprieve which its timing and occasion, coming soon, can now come at its leisure.
Frankie Jean won't be here. She'll be there, but not so most people would notice ...
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I am filled with half of the emotionally spared relief previously listed, for the depressing exception, only Jerry Lee Lewis, or rather, his life, have available: an exemption so random but specific, it not only forgives him, but absolves silently his unforgivable ignorance, its verity, thanks him for the reprieve which its timing and occasion, coming soon, can now come at its leisure.
Frankie Jean won't be here. She'll be there, but not so most people would notice ...
She'll be standing in the middle of that Clayton, LA Lewis family private plot, set off by the only indication of its significance in this sparse, desolate, unknown, unfound staging area for every occasion, possibility, or surprising supernatural supermatch of commensurate eternal placement, normally called by most of us,
a chain link fence!
But for the impermanent absurdity of its deterrent to security, it is most remarkable for its entirely porous lack of protection for the benefit of a slightly more "living," and susceptible corporeal group of people, whose visit to this plot, only, might prepare them for the need of Trumpwalling this cemetery for protection of the public, who might visit its marble dappled, carved out story, all its cast members, disparately gathered as Shakespeare's Othello, with of course, dark Iago, the Moore, of course, calling last!
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[impossible to describe without becoming New Age as fuck, I'll say its vibe is evercrushing, direct, prompt, funereally prejudicial, heavy AND quirky, unmatched by its displeased linger-eschewing, straight human toxic, unmatched extra-Lewis, veritably first-last likely human on Earth, who truly understood IS NOW DEAD AND NOT COMING BACK TO HELP ANY ONE (he knew she'd been mourning his passing for decades)!]
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[Jerry Lee Lewis remembered pushing Frankie Jean Lewis down a hill in a shopping cart. She was ten. He sauntered home without checking her 'living status,' finding her with Mamie at the kitchen table, tending her scrapes and scratches. Frankie Jean remembered her being attended to with singularly focused, caring concern, until Jerry walked in the door. She then remembered, everything changed. Mamie stopped administering to her cuts, brightening and relishing the bond, and different love, Jerry Lee, solicitous of it or not, received, both loving and chiding questioning to which, no matter what the answer, would be adoringly scolded, followed by something hot to eat. She asked Jerry, "Jerry, did you push Frankie down that hill in a basket and do this to her face?"
He felt indignant over this betrayal and forthright questioning, and toward the sister whose legacy would never change, or cause her to chip at his protean facade...he replied,
"No, mama, I sure didn't. But that chicken hawk came down at her pretty fast
and pecked her real good!"
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"No, mama, I sure didn't. But that chicken hawk came down at her pretty fast and pecked her real good!"
"No, mama, I sure didn't. But that chicken hawk came down at her pretty fast and pecked her real good!"
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Sisters, chicken hawks, baskets, women would later replace every noun in that fully impenetrable maze of all-purpose exonerating admittance, deniable arrogation, deceptive pre-meditation, purposefully provocative, obfuscating avoidance, desirably inspired desperate cool calculating his leer invested with a sneer - its sardonic omission unspecific, indecipherable of the difference between a basket which became a chicken hawk and a .357 magnum which stayed that way; between no witnesses or twenty, between impulsivity and compulsivity, self-satisfaction and self-sabatoge - fully backed by an infinitely sustainable library of truths, slanders, pretensions, diminutions, cerebraly deficient self-justification, or outright 'fuck yous' by starving, uncareful extra-normal lies ('getting away with murder'), irrelevant, unnecessary, unaware truth replacement, self-shocking, half-victim, half-witness - first, incurring with entirely too much force majeur any reaction besides laughter, second, and by the one-hundredth telling, six degrees of separation out, an iconic Lewis-sized, meanass fable of iconic virility, vitality, and pre-Twitter virality, whose impact, undiminished by its lack of immediacy and sharply defined contemporaneity, and love/hate relationship with truth/falsehood had grown from a Wikipedia-like self-editing, self-redacting, re-editing process, whose product, while never perfect to all, but always perfectly pitched, transformed into a tawny bruisable wine whose retelling conferred unverifiable psychological self-aggrandizement on its teller, while reinforcing disbelief in its amused cynics.
Sisters, chicken hawks, baskets, women would later replace every noun in that fully impenetrable maze of all-purpose exonerating admittance, deniable arrogation, deceptive pre-meditation, purposefully provocative, obfuscating avoidance, desirably inspired desperate cool calculating his leer invested with a sneer - its sardonic omission unspecific, indecipherable of the difference between a basket which became a chicken hawk and a .357 magnum which stayed that way; between no witnesses or twenty, between impulsivity and compulsivity, self-satisfaction and self-sabatoge - fully backed by an infinitely sustainable library of truths, slanders, pretensions, diminutions, cerebraly deficient self-justification, or outright 'fuck yous' by starving, uncareful extra-normal lies ('getting away with murder'), irrelevant, unnecessary, unaware truth replacement, self-shocking, half-victim, half-witness - first, incurring with entirely too much force majeur any reaction besides laughter, second, and by the one-hundredth telling, six degrees of separation out, an iconic Lewis-sized, meanass fable of iconic virility, vitality, and pre-Twitter virality, whose impact, undiminished by its lack of immediacy and sharply defined contemporaneity, and love/hate relationship with truth/falsehood had grown from a Wikipedia-like self-editing, self-redacting, re-editing process, whose product, while never perfect to all, but always perfectly pitched, transformed into a tawny bruisable wine whose retelling conferred unverifiable psychological self-aggrandizement on its teller, while reinforcing disbelief in its amused cynics.
Compared to previous month This instant incredulity and skepticism for his next 'unfunny' fuck-up to kiss up, shut up, or pay up, backed the same dis-reputational, unreliable, superabundant, cycling doubt its unspoken steel used with its dirty ambiguity...
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Still unimproved, its evil twin possessed an eternal Bondian 'license to thrill' laissez faire, carte blanche 'cool,'
inspired by the Killer, to be Jerry Lee's secret, shared coolly...
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[Doug Meet makes the phone] Doug Meet: He was very interested in a new vehicle, centered on a puppet man. Doug Meet: A puppet had chosen a puppet, less than it, desirable to organize. A marvelous competition. A twisted victory. 1982 A beautiful character leads the young opponent's master by the hips.
[Doug Meet makes the phone] Doug Meet: He was very interested in a new vehicle, centered on a puppet man. Doug Meet: A puppet had chosen a puppet, less than it, desirable to organize. A marvelous competition. A twisted victory. 1982 A beautiful character leads the young opponent's master by the hips.
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These first successful Frankenstein Quasimodo clients, The Rolling Stones, can still thank Andrew Loog Oldham, their first manager, starmaker's ability to follow a thread, not just from his au courant Savile Row, fashion-bending haute couture-exploiting prescience, but for his overall authority-busting aversion disorder and disrepute-mongering, there mates and future legends, white-hatted image less conspicuous and more carefully (wink) weened on the old original formula, necessarily creating a second market turmoil of teenage tumescence, taming parents predictably preferring the obvious, their kids loving (buying) both...differently, spooning Paul while thinking about Mick, listening to both, not knowing what either was, or how to describe its narcotizing intoxication.
ALO created an Atomic warhead whose future boy-band etc. fallout formula, while cringeworthy from blatant deception, sprung pristine from the roiling deep bottom left hand of a right-hand Holy Rolling Stone witness, progenitor default Jerry Lee Lewis, and his ultimate Eureka moment of fans-to-come, and anti-fans, their morally reactive hormonal hysterics, culminating in, and all-represented by one image: "Baby Carriages"!
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he'd become subsequently evil, petty, unpredictable - somehow unchanged - subject to sixty years of consistent dual-role-playing ANTI-ELVIS!
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