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Fergus Winston, a former accountant from New York, finds himself mixed up in the middle of a trafficking operation in small town Iowa.
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There had been a whore house at the spot for a century, since the cowboys drove cattle up the Chisolm Trail to town, to be loaded onto boxcars bound for the Chicago stockyards.
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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I'll never forget the way you tasted that last morning that I ever saw you.The blurry eyed look on my face as I searched your bed for my tshirt, and you in a hurry because you were already late for work bending down onto the bed and grabbing my chin the…
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Walking in the just-thereness of afternoon, Scrubbed out by the Tallahassee sun, Past the same Shocking banana trees that have been The most dramatic occurrences all year Since her move from the north, She thinks we must stop…
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“Maybe she will like Boo-Ba-Loo, the large male from America,” they said. So they shipped in Boo-Ba-Loo and put him in the pen next to Ding-a-Ling.
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He sat on the floor and said, "I found this letter W in the jungle. It's b-b-beautiful,"
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We got Bob Dylan on the wall
wriggling from the lack of music
and light among the spheres
A great doubt has been raised
and can be seen from far, far away
for they are even afraid now in heaven
that things can’t be going right
and to
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contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
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Someone set a pig aflame.
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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Coyotes are like the French Resistance in Casablanca. If you kill them, hundreds--thousands!--rise to take their place.
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“You know this is your death car.”
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Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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All I need is a break; to meet a woman who has access to a fruit fly database, either personally or through a trust established by her fruit-fly collecting grandfather.
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I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.
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On the plains there are no cliffs, no vast mountain ranges to persuade us that we were somewhere above the world. Yearning to escape the pull of the Earth was the big dream of a plains boy…
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these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
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More and more, as she watched him slide away from her in increments, she thought of that first summer together. How his searching hands would find her, any time of day, and pull her in for closer examination. How his eyes, his mouth, his tongue would set
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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I'll tell you what, Rick,
ten-thousand bucks?
[But] let Detroit go
bankrupt. I'm running
for office for Pete's sake,
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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“I can’t believe you went ahead and got pregnant without me,” I said.
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They sway from his hips, the torn knapsack, and the corners of the pushcart
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