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Why are we not the clouds?
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I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo
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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seeingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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We were at a friend’s house warming party, and Wendy lounged about with a suspicious smoke between her fingers beside me, after a while saying, “What is Being, anyway?”
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing. ¶ He's honestly curious, from his point of view.
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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I was sitting in the bar
With lava lamps all around
Feeling like an f'ing hippie
From Mississippi
When the planet spun around
And the time was backing up
And an eentzy weentsy puff of weed
It just flew right outta my mouth
And I hopped
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The husband entered my friend's home and shot him dead
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39. They put each of us in solitary confinement. Jacinto's room was long and narrow. Mine was a white cubicle. Alice's reminded me of a dank basement when they threw her in. Then, after three days of bread and water, the…
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