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And no one died achieving aristeia/
in this battle. We have come/
at least some little distance.
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His mother was not an aw-come-here-honey-and-give-me-a-hug type mom. She was the kind of mother who, if you had some kind of problem, would suggest that perhaps it might be a good idea to volunteer (she was really big on volunteering) at some sort of orga
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As I was going into Wal-Mart, a man with a useless arm was coming out. I'd never seen anything like that arm—a dangle-flesh, rubbery thing with no purpose.
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The trucker saw his opportunity; he grabbed the waitress's arm and said, "Hello, arm!""Hello," said Mary Lou, "and goodbye heart!""Arrest me, darlin', this is love in the first degree. Tie me to a tree, make me write bad checks..."The customer seated at the front table had…
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I scowl at her through an opioid haze. "Armitage Shanks is my real name."
The clerk snickers. "You mum must have really wanted you to be pissed on from cradle to grave, eh?"
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158753
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For the woman with no arms, life is a constant dexterity demonstration
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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92800
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Marie Poupon-Kennedy wasn’t strangled by one set of hands; there were thirty sets around that long, pale neck.
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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The stupid suit made me look like an angel, which I hated. I wasn't here to save anyone's soul, not that any of the native animal life HAD a soul. If I have a soul myself, it is most likely in need of salvation, and in no way should I be cast in the rol
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118411
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You know moments like these. You know how your mother ruins them.
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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Because of her I got there early, and like I figured, the train was late.
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ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …
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In some parts of town, people are not allowed to grow vegetables because of the plutonium used in the Lab. Three local parks were recently found to be contaminated.
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Poetry is my rebellion/
against being what I’m not.
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131000
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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In the morning after a cup of black coffee, she decided she was hungry and opted for the leftover egg roll and dumplings from the previous night. She looks for the chopsticks sticking out with the rest of the utensils and picks up the last of the dumplings and places it…
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The model takes off her clothes and poses nude for our class. We draw her likeness on paper.
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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87811
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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“You want me to come out there and repossess that froofy coffee you’re drinking?” he snaps, sending Corrallo up the steps and onto the street to lick his wounds.
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75565
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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58420
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She must fuck like a marmot
That’s all I can say, if he already turned his back
On the Statue of Puberty
To get near to her
What do you think it means?
He joins the hierarchy
Where they sit
On the steps of life
And she passes the healing
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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which consisted of me being shoved down a flight of stairs. Thanks to a PELL grant in 1996, I was triumphantly run-over by a family Winnebago in the critically acclaimed, Run-Over. This lead to a series of “happenings” I conducted in alternative space
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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98997
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Mark Reep is that stepbrother you had a thing for, the one who turned you onto Steve Vai, Stoli.
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Here’s the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway.
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"...only images
I can know,"
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