1369 17 14
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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1411 17 14
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...the astonishing discovery...
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1091 17 11
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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1512 17 9
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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1248 17 5
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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1628 17 15
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What you see us doing here is not so much, andall we are not being there isn't either. Our kissing mouths may not always be singing, but we are constantly praying for you, and for more rain or less rain, rivers as the situation warrants. Don't…
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1343 17 6
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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1286 17 13
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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1621 17 17
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The Cheese Maker's Son;
The Pretenders;
Train Whistles in the Wintertime
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1253 17 12
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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612 17 12
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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1164 17 11
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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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1435 17 15
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There he was. Minnesota Fats, short and pudgy, jowly and blond-haired.
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121 17 8
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Here's how it works. The clock in my therapy office ticks off the minutes I get to spend talking with each patient, forty-five in and out, regardless of the amount of distress. Less distress has the option of being shoved out earlier but…
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I don't know what happened to all the men. Used to wonder if they killed them all.
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1211 17 2
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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1183 17 12
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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255 17 13
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1202 17 8
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1215 17 9
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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972 17 6
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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937 17 9
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...a session/
of hide and seek/
among the syllables.
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1001 17 11
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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1918 17 3
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When you push my bra down, so it rests uncomfortably beneath my breasts—your teeth dragging pink trails across my throat and shoulders, pushing your thumb and forefinger into my panties—you don't say that you love me. You say, “Jesus shit. Relax, baby,…
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1754 17 14
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I'm reading your remains.
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820 17 8
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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?
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1243 17 11
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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1497 17 7
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You have transformed me into an aimless, sleepless wraith...
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847 17 16
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The art of boozing can't redeem a bastard.
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