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David Lynch prepares to write a script.
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| Apple pie, chicken feces, lipstick, I see lipstick through a smokey room. There is a club footed midget whispering. | |
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| What is it whispering David? | |
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| The midget whispers about a cowboy who is coming to kill someone. That someone has seen the cowboy in a dream. | |
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| What if the cowboy is actually a ghost searching for a secret blue cube that hides in the shadows? | |
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David is hungry for a juicy delecious slice of apple pie. He may even have two slices.
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| There is a fish that knows all. The nightmares come only on the third day. I will eat a wonderful slice of apple pie while the mechanical noises echo in my head. | |
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