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Then there was Marsha, the blonde bombshell, at Irvine, who slept over one night only. As in the original one night stand, your standard L.A. blonde beach-girl bombshell ex-cheerleader tear your heart out and spit it as far as she could. Wrench your bal
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You can’t cross with a driver’s license or library card and a big Heartland smile anymore. Americans leaving Mexico are required to have a passport. Today, all but one know this.
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¿Qué habrá sucedido durante la invisible noche que se abre tras el sueño, esa Narnia en porciones individuales, para que el día se haya bestido, y con urgencia, de ira?Como si tubiera las manos bañadas en resina, intento limpiarme los ojos a zarpazos del filtro que…
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I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
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I’m alone, it’s dark. I still have to keep my eyes down as I make my way through the labyrinth of streets, up, across, crooked, and I’m still worried about being hit by a car. It’s just this kind of paranoid vigilance that’s kept me from remembering str
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You don't see the bruises ... you can't foresee the pain. It's intense, so deep and yet so volatile, in vain. He slapped my head once more while he uttered for the millionth time the same old words again: "You're a loser and you'll never win. I hate for you to be my…
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Streetside: lush, purple-sheathed booty; plaisir a' vendre .
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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The City Council supports this policy and, by necessity, ranks human slavery very low on the list of the city’s woes.
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I see those shoes and the status they confer, and I know what they cost.
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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Life strikes another blow and away I go: back to the cave to sleep, read, write, dream, soothed by rocking chair therapy, spend hours on hours looking at photo memories, lighting incense and candles, crying, howling out the injustices smothering me. …
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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On the other pillow is a ladybird which escaped from a dream. It reminds me of when I was a tiny red polka dot. And then bigger, and other colours. And then… I stare at the ceiling, searching its soul for little things. The ladybird touches my arm, whispers…
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Peter was hoisted up to the thirty first floor of the biggest hotel in town. He swung back and forth and then pounded his plunger into the glass wall. It made a sort of thunking sound and then he took his squeegee and dipped it into the water…
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The cool white ball rolls silently down to the bumper, then bounces back. It glides to the place where I stroked it from. I lay down my dime to mark my spot on the green felt. Your turn. …
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Amish-like, between the sheets.
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As if I should have expected better of it.
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The cabin has windows all around, like ribbon tying a birthday present.
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I'm in our bed eating yesterday's pizza and chain-watching pirated foreign horror films
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to say that he was
doing fine
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You want L.A.? I’ll give you L.A. Land of the perpetual one-night stand. Land of the Leslies and the Sweets lying around all day in their bed just around the corner from this convent across the street from my apartment that took in the pregnant and the lo
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He called me one Friday when I was a kid and told me he wanted to go trout fishing. He had dreamt that I was a worm or a fly -- he couldn't remember which -- but he was sure I would bring good luck to the stream. The next morning, before grandma awoke, I
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Wearing Land’s End clothes at life’s end
Driving around in circles in your Codgermobile
with 3 good hubcaps.
Who wouldn’t want to steal that?
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it's like choking in Juneorchards and snowfall: I want to speakof your clavicles, how sharp and juttedthey seem at skin, orspeak to them and ask if or if once…
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Fritz Lang. Even before I ever met the miserable son of a bitch, with his monocle and superior airs, I hated him. In person, he was an insufferable asshole.
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I smoked my cigarro under his watchful eye. We were never able to make too much conversation even when I was teaching him at Educenter. Now that David had opened his own school, Evert had come to learn with him because it was much more affordable, but he
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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It was a retail sleight of hand he never could master, the “Ma’am, I think you need a larger size” sale. Because a muffin top is flattering. Two waists are better than one.
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I remember my blood tasting the same then as it does now: Bitter and rich like Guinness. There was music in the way he hit me. My ears would ring well into the next day when he was sober enough to strike true. When the bottle robbed him of that, he made u
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