{"id":1348,"date":"2007-06-15T00:50:52","date_gmt":"2007-06-14T22:50:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/?p=1348"},"modified":"2007-06-15T00:50:52","modified_gmt":"2007-06-14T22:50:52","slug":"motel-chronicles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/motel-chronicles\/","title":{"rendered":"Motel Chronicles"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“In Rapid City, South Dakota, my mother gave me ice cubes wrapped in napkins to suck on. I was teething them and the ice numbed my gums.
\nThat night we crossed the Badlands. I rode in the shelf behind the back seat of the Plymouth and stared out at the stars. The glass of the window was freezing cold if you touched it.
\nWe stopped on the prairie at a place with huge white plaster dinosaurs standing around in a circle. There was no town. Just these dinosaurs with light shining up at them from the ground.
\nMy mother carried me around in a brown Army blanket humming a slow tune. I think it was “Peg a’ my Heart”. She hummed it very softly to herself. Like her thoughts were far away.
\nWe weaved slowly in and out through the dinosaurs. Through their legs. Under their bellies. Circling the Brontosaurus. Staring up at the teeth of Tyrannasaurus Rex. They all had these little blue lights for eyes.
\nThere were no people around. Just us and the dinosaurs.”<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Sam Shepard, fra ‘Motel Chronicles’<\/p>\n

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“In Rapid City, South Dakota, my mother gave me ice cubes wrapped in napkins to suck on. I was teething them and the ice numbed my gums. That night we crossed the Badlands. I rode in the shelf behind the back seat of the Plymouth and stared out at the stars. The glass of the … L\u00e6s videre Motel Chronicles<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n