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 | [ETIQUETTE ... DECORUM ... BOUNDARIES ... BAH!] | 
		
		
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 | ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers | 
		
		
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 | I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.  | 
		
		
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 | Cary Grant wore women's panties. Not boxers, or even briefs. Panties.  He said he wore them because they were more comfortable, according to   “An Affair To Remember,“ a memoir written by one of his lovers. It gives you a whole new perspective on… | 
		
		
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 | Ty speed-walked down the long ass tunnel that connected his “A” train to the NJ Transit bus, which would take him across the bridge, where he'd splurge for a cab to take him home. | 
		
		
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 | the future wrapped up in a dream | 
		
		
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 | 1: The Zero Product Property states that if a multiplied by b equals zero, then zero must equal a or b. Thus, to prove this theory, multiply a and b divided by a. Use the broken chord theorem to crease the zero by disrupting the circular movement of the skewed line. As a… | 
		
		
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 | Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea? | 
		
		
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 | I’d like to thank no one. 
But especially my first love in life 
For putting me through hell 
With all her lies and eternal sweetness 
Toward all her many leading men 
While maintaining she was virgin 
Until she met me. 
What was the point? 
Ah, y | 
		
		
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 | why not just go ahead and walk into the mirror à la Jean Marais following Heurtibise into the underworld. | 
		
		
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 | The sugar cookie sits on the cold counter. Alone. He is cut in the shape of an angel, a fact which often causes him to contemplate the possibility that he may not be a cookie at all, but an angel. Who says he couldn’t be? | 
		
		
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 | The sand felt warm, the way it usually was on Saturday afternoons in Seaside Heights; face down on the beach under a hot July sun that burned my back and shoulders  | 
		
		
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 | "I have a prehensile tongue," he said matter-of-factly. "I know how to make you feel good." Such confidence, I say. Prove it.We're sitting on the couch, watching a movie, but not paying attention to it. We sit side-by-side, my leaning into him, and his arm is around me,… | 
		
		
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 |                                       The summer I turned fourteen I wanted a job so I could start saving for a car. Actually, I had a job, but it wasn't much. Seventy-five cents… | 
		
		
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 | “Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks." | 
		
		
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 | we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those | 
		
		
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 | this vaudeville world has turned all into stage— / the message appears on each screen and page: / every domain and institution—staged. | 
		
		
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 | I can’t hold a job
I can’t hold a hammer | 
		
		
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 | I’d say something I didn’t mean, then she’d say something she didn’t mean, and on and on until one of us came up dry and would be forced to—take exception to something the other had said, to take it seriously.  | 
		
		
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 | They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs. | 
		
		
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 | Lucien         Lucien Tidesquall lay almost sleeping amid the soft green  grass. His eyes irradiated green midnight under vanquished brows. A plover  hovered somewhere in the distance. It reminded him of a poem he had written as  a teenager, a haiku that went as… | 
		
		
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 | I saw this woman on a date at Denny’s 
Friday night 
With her 8-year-old son 
No ring, vacant stare 
Still pretty 
But wolfing down 
A stack of pancakes, 
Looking around the restaurant 
Occasionally 
At a party of kids 
From some church 
Wh | 
		
		
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 | Fragment’s of ignorance strewn by a haphazard hand | 
		
		
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 | Even in the brief flickers where your eyes and nose are visible you look gelatinous. Like a forgotten traveler suctioned to the side of an immersion tank. Am I sick because this bizarre spectacle is irresistible to me?  | 
		
		
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 | "Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is." | 
		
		
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 | Can you remember how we could each disappear completely. . . .  |