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Some time ago, I began to write you letters with the idea of helping your newspaper become a more complete map of our little shared world.
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I had the hair of a metal god, cracking it against the air whenever the stereo belched fists.
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He wanted me to learn the business, to become the son he always wanted but never had. I eagerly complied.
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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His face was cold and hard as marble. Rudy’s angular features shuddered and twitched in the darkness.
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She sang will you still need me
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maybe if I bat my lashes just right, or look prim enough to fly, you just might touch me tonight, and the dream will pop and fizz and I will wake somewhere, your hands smoothing these lines of worry away.
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She sees Connick Jr. now has a microphone. He is singing “All of Me” as if he meant her to take all of him.
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I murdered my inner child/
at 7 and neither denied/
nor confessed the act until now.
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In this coaly no-time/
strewn with fallen stars,/
you are a roaming panther/
and I am a tangle of snakes.
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On the usefulness of hands.
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His footing unsure and his clothes covered in vomit, he grabs the railing and stumbles up the three steps. He pulls off his shirt, finds a cleaner area on the puke-covered garment, wipes sweat off his forehead, dripping wet from the humid, stormy night, a
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There were only two students in the sculpture class: an 86 year-old Jewish woman and myself.
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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I wonder how much time she has left. I think she’s seventeen. I don’t know for sure because she was already grown when I got her from the pound, just before Christmas, years ago this was --back when I had hair and hope.
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“We’re prisoners,” Sean reminded the guard. “Prisoners of your military.”
“You have never been treated as such.” Captain Hughes looked around the bar. “This festival is a celebration of you, of all of you. We pride ourselves on ou
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“You wanna fight.”
And I say yes.
And he says –
“First, we gotta make out.”
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Jasmine invited herself over and plopped herself on my futon. "Let's fuck," she said, bluntly. "I want to."
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"Do you have to call your brother a loser? He is not a loser and that was just uncalled for"
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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in which creative destruction holds the heads of entire populations beneath the surface of the water in bathtubs until the bubbles stop
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I carefully placed the knife back to its original position and, with poorly contained excitement, retrieved a palm from the fridge. It was slightly wrinkled, but it was just as fair as the rest of the pristine white in the fridge. It felt warm to my hands
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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“Pupilo Durcál!” She yelled. “You stupid pendejo!” He limped along without another glance. Rosa suddenly realized her dreams all week were really omens.
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Follow me around a bit.
Let me walk you through the rooms, structures, and clouds of my being that reveal junk drawers of "collectibles."
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We hit the road, headed west.
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…Professor Wumbat begins.
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So it was cancer. And so he was screwed, royally screwed. He was screwed all the more because he knew how screwed he was. He had to carry the shame of knowing, as much as he wanted to deny it, that this had been his first thought when he found out about h
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it was one of those days, nostalgically bathed in technicolor, kodachrome and lost shades from a more vibrant distant past. squirrel jesus sat still
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2 sticks soft (like your heart) butter...
... 1 cup crushed (like you) walnuts...
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