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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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I WILL play with it.
I WILL bend it.
Use it every day. MAKE it work.
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The first time that
Beethoven’s Fifth was played,
people ran into the streets.
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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It was a wake-up call. A sign that I needed to stop and ask if I was making wise and sensible life choices.
My iPod was full.
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Alma Tucker settled into middle age with the comfort that escapes most women. Her festival queen days gone. Along with her wispy waist and cherry blond hair, replaced by broader curves and graying tresses. She was content with the way age had changed her
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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“Everyone you see is half asleep. And you're on your own, you're in the street.” -John Lennon What we can muster now is a few choice words of humor, but unfortunately that won't show them anything that they haven't seen…
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----- Original Message ----- From :< brokengopher@hotmail.com> to: Sent: Friday, January 19, 2007 9:15 PM Subject: The Bob Fosse Dream Dawn, Last night I had this dream that I was going through Bob Fosse's things. NowI don't know…
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A 3.8 magnatude earthquake ravages Chicago suburbs.
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And without further ado, The Author.
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They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
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Eugene O'Neill is remembered as a troubled, brooding artist, but he had grown up in the theatre and was a hustler for the business of himself as well.
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She darted out of her shadow, deftly she maneuvers through the tables and chairs and their eyes follow her.
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"It goes to infinity and back.That is how much I love you".She looked down into the sandplopped down and made a snow angel,Pushing the mudwith her arm and legs,like windshield wipersof a caron a rainy day"Auntie ... Auntie,How much I love you".
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I. When I was young, my best friend was only three inches high. He was chubby, always cheerful, and very funny. He didn't start out as anything much. I always imagined he came into being in a small factory, in China, at the mercy of two small, yellow hands and a …
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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It was Saturday morning."The coffee maker is not ready yet," said one of the old men. Like the present company, his form was swollen with mismatched layers of cold weather wear.It was a white room with a dozen men, three couches, and a large screen television flickering…
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Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he'd correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath — 'round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging, like a bee he annoyed me.
B
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‘Didn't you used to have a daughter?'
The tense and phraseology jarred, but he was inarticulate not ignorant, awkward rather than unaware of how it sounded and she smiled at him.
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The cell was crowded, barely enough room to swing a cat.
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I had a temperature of 105 degrees. I lost all my hair.
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Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.
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He gave her everything she hoped for, with the exception of two things.
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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Some places she knew better than others; some battle sites were more notable or more recent, and always the memories came back on the flood.
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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I didn't know what to do, really, but I had to do something. After all there was no one left to be the real bona fide hero to this story, except for me, the guy who wasn't any kind of a hero at all. I mean I could hardly move an inch, rolled…
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