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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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I dreamt I was spinning down the coast in a convertible. It was warm, and the top was down.
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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I tell my woman friend the new man's penis is too large. I tell her once. She asks me later whether I asked about it at the doctor's—large cock, she calls it, and I say I told the doctor my boyfriend's in a wheelchair.
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Life was small. It was tiny even, so tiny it was hard to see it sometimes. Life curled up to make itself even smaller, to fit into the kinds of holes that insects crawl into to get away from bigger insects. Life was sad. Life didn't want to be an insect.
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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The sky was an over-bleached sheet, stretched to the point of ripping. Everything worn but clean. He was saying he'd be happier if we lived in Canada. The sun seemed very close, like a star at the top of a Christmas tree. Maybe I could pull it down. Our baby had…
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
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Let's just rest and let the wind blow through our hair, while the mountains quake and the trees shake their leaves. Towards another destiny, a new world ... where greed is only a word without significance, hunger doesn't belong in a dictionary and money is only an…
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...skinny love, skinned and thinned weak broth love...
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I forget you. Upfront: that’s how this ends.
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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They shared a lot through the years – a bus stop, acne, and first kiss stories. George was happy to be her confidant, good enough friends to help shoulder her burdens. But he wanted to push her curls back behind her ear and trace her soft cheek with his f
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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"Tell me more about your volcano obsession," he said.
I told him about Pompeii. About the city frozen in time. And about the casts of people frozen in stances of eternal abject horror by a disaster they had no chance of avoiding, a disaster
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Outside I see the daytime moon, and it is faint as a fingerprint. My cousins have up-turned the biggest rocks and removed all the Sow bugs. The land is damp and red, and the trees feel wet to the center.
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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Although decades have passed since I last tasted lysergic acid with diethylamide flavoring, I cannot fail to remember the tasting.
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No canopic jars and fine Egyptian cotton.
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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"The cops are just doing what they're being paid to do."
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My name is Tom Scarlatti and my kid brother, Billy, resents me. Of course, if you read magazines, you probably already know that. You probably don't think much of me, either. In fact, you probably think I'm a rotten no-good clod, since my brother Billy the famous…
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Her captors allowed her the use of the toes of one foot. It was hard to pretend she was numb—as if playing an artic game indoors. With the ball of her foot, she primed the canvas. Her big toe acted as a fan brush, the rest were sable, flat, or pointy. She told…
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