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Sure I dress funny sometimes, but I have an excuse–I don’t give a shit.
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A tanka poem about Jolly Old Nick being black as hell.
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demanded he give up muscatel art
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There's no sky like that
with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress
trees that are so like dark green flames
leaping out of the earth as if a dark green
oily pool were on fire underground,
and this was all that could escape, was
its essence.
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Walking to Colorado? He doesn't have that kind of time.
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It's not actually about blow jobs, sex, or coitus of any kind. You probably won't like it.
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Mayumi and Emi followed Nina through a path away from the shrine grounds. It was narrow, but the plants did not interfere with their progress. Flowers showed signs of wilting, unable to handle the cold slowly coming in.
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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Virginia hated herself for every moment she spent wondering what it would have been like if things had been different. How would her life be if Glen hadn’t been misdiagnosed, if he hadn’t died when she was a year married and four months pregnant? Not
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Danica paused for a moment as thoughts of going to Avalon Tech changed to heading for Mystic Intelligence. She could not understand why she thought about going there.
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Josh was having a hard enough time getting through his final year of studies without having his sister point out his fledgling love life to his parents.
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You don’t want to get a reputation for being aloof by not joining in the fun at a Super Bowl party. What you need is verbal “gamesmanship,” a conversational technique that can be used to fend off the bores who make up the majority of communal football-wa
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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...black birds fall from trees...
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This is like getting a hand full of black slugs as a gift.
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[um ... "howza 'bout another piece of, chocolate CAKE ... ?? #tammyBAKER #tammyBAKER #AYE #AYE ]
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We have morning doves. Sparrows. And these orange-beaked birds that Karen spotted one afternoon and which gave her dreams that night about wild toucans and macaws and about two parrots—white and red—that adopted her as their mother when she said, ...
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He was sitting in the library, slipping the pistachios nuts between his wet lips.
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Oh, wait — loosen the ropes, you say? Sorry. Can't do that.
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And the worse thing was that despite all her misgivings, she found herself getting in deeper and deeper. She wasn't pulling away. She wasn't keeping things casual. She wasn't doing the loathsome though necessary work of demonstrating that there existe
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The mist monster leaned over the building, drawing its face close to Mayumi. Its’ lavender eyes locked onto the Magi as she stood there ignoring Rumiko’s calls to flee.
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The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it. I met her at Slabtown
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“It’s not a bad preschool. You kinda get used to it. You ever been to one before?” Little Max asked the new boy, Sam. Sam shook his head no.
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I remember one of my old high school intellectual friends introduced me to what he called a real wild blond girl named Sally or Marnie or something that summer of 1964. She was tall and blond and thin and looked like a model. Boys were usually afraid to
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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I did as I was told, running barefoot down the bare wooden stairs
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All the wonderful Zen-like molecules had dispersed from my body and were now hiding deep in a dark corner. Rage boiled in my blood. My veins, in fact, couldn't contain the boiling blood and they exploded, making my whole face and skin turn blood red. My
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(or a similar beta version) ... Chip Donor™ Max.3 endscanned and thought, "What do they see in these RealComix? Junk, all scrap objects, bunch of loose frags!" RealParent™ Maxine barely looked up from her new touchless ThotPad 6000. Directed energy connected urge…
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Rise, Awake and Sing“Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise; awake and sing, you who lie in the dust”(Isaiah 26:19)A medieval town where nothing stands straight,where Kafka sat, slept, ate. Where timereads backwards on a Hebrew clock and a Golemwaits in…
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I beat that dog with an open hand, clenching him between my thighs.
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