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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 154 of 307 I whispered to Sariah, "Do you have any more of those smart pills because I could really use a few of them. Are they fast acting or do they take four years to work?" "Trust me. If I had smart pills I'd be taking them myself." I'm- not exactly sure how it happened but two hours and hundreds of dead Borg later I was sitting at Joe's Diner on Virginia Street in Reno with Sarah and her two kids, Rhytm and Alliteration or Alii, the little girl who was also quite the talker, "No salad!" Sariah has changed her name to Sarah Ray.. "I'm sure you get this all the time but how did you settle on Rhythm?" I asked. "It's a pretty unique name." "It's from a poem that goes like this 'speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm'. "Wow." I had to show her that we spoke the same language, that I knew the very poem. "It reminds me of a little poem I know that begins like this, 'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix. ' . She picked it up, "Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo.'" She stopped, waiting for me. "In the machinery of light?" I tried. |
