1953 20 18
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or the voice that wants/
to be inscribed/
forgets the sounds
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1952 7 3
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Recently I think I became someone else.
When the alarm clock rings in the morning, it sounds sharper than usual; getting up, my feet don't seem to quite touch the floor; looking into my bathroom mirror, my face seems to be melting, sliding, my eyes dri
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1952 7 2
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They waited until the crowd was gone before making their move. Gill kept watch while Warren bypassed the lock.
“You sure about this?” Gill whispered. Voices echoed down the hall of the museum.
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1952 7 4
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her parents were gone they sat on the love seat side by side saying nothing the longest time
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1952 10 5
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1.There's a young woman in a nightclub seated next to a window out of which she watches the slow descent of snow, illuminated by strategic lights. She imagines herself falling with those flakes. Her friend has left her for the dance floor. The young woman is…
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1952 11 3
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Suzie went on to become an anchorwoman in Los Angeles after college. She had tiny bruises on her feet where she’d shoot heroin since she didn’t want tracks to show on her arms, where they’d ruin the effect of a little black cocktail dress
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1952 8 4
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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1952 4 2
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Ghostriders in the syand rainbows in my mindor was itrainbow in the skyghostriders in my mind?I can't remember ...And apparently this body is not 200 characters long, so I add some text so this pearl too can be read (ahum) My body is only 170 characters long, snif,…
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1952 3 2
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You call the shit in this paper news? ‘Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform, The Truth About Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter.' Seriously? Enough about Elvis already.
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1951 1 1
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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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1951 13 12
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He introduced me to key lime pie, and for this alone I would have loved him forever. It was an innocent time for me, and I was easy to please.
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1951 7 7
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“Thank God The Yogurt Store Was Open!”. I knew this would cause cynics to seethe about me and my #FirstWorldProblems. While those less with the times or from many years of vanilla ancestry, might become racist themselves, indicating that I was suffering f
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1951 13 13
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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1951 3 3
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In the spring, my father would dress for class in a bear costume and chase students around campus.
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1951 5 3
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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1951 19 18
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We were in the car more than anywhere else. A few days driving, then a few days to get back home.
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1951 21 18
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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1950 20 10
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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1950 0 0
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Caroline smiles before reaching out to touch a shapeless shadow dancing on the wall, closing her eyes as the bumps in the primer serve brail to oncoming dreams.
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1950 9 7
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1The Bird King has fallen in lovewith a radiator.He adoresher pockmarked skin,her neurotic arias,her coldness,her impulsive warmth. 2Tiring of his dalliance with the radiator,the Bird King woos an armchair.She's amply upholsteredand groans dreamilywhen he sits on…
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1950 5 2
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Jimmy wore a tie to top that torn green tee he toted every day, every other. He smelled of dirt, said he had a feeling we had watermelon somewhere since he caught a whiff from his room inside his house across the street.
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1950 3 2
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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1950 0 0
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She turned to the window, staring into the dark. A smile crept to her lips and she laughed softly. “No, we can’t. I’m Mexican and we speak Spanish.” The smile vanished and she moved to leave. “No sé qué decir… sólo puedo llorar. Nada
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1950 6 2
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1. Think up problems that don’t exist
2. Realize, suddenly, that they don’t exist
3. Elation
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1950 17 12
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A starved hunchbacked figure covered in blanket gently steers a one eyed dog along with him. A four legged shadow serving as his longtime companion against the all-consuming vacuum of the universe. A friend for all times.A thin scar runs from his cheekbone to…
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1950 14 6
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The handsome man at the opposite table swivels his head at the tall cool slim blonde entering the breakfast cafe. The ordinary woman sitting with him adjusts her chair accordingly. She pretends to ignore her husband's distraction, smoothes her hair, licks her…
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1950 16 13
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If this was the day when the bribes of whiskey and US dollars would fail to work. If on this day a black bag, smelling of shit and fear, would be pulled over his head – the bloodied roots of a knocked out tooth tickling his neck.
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1949 3 3
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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1949 6 4
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When the arguing started, their voices would get louder and louder, till they broke into my dreams. That night, I woke and listened in the dark for what felt like a very long time. Perhaps I should have been afraid, but I wasn't. For one thing, they never
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1949 0 0
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Remember the glass changing room just off the pool terrace? It's been replaced by a juice bar. Seems fitting, really.
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