1982 3 3
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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1981 4 3
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…Professor Wumbat begins.
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1980 8 4
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“I don’t know what’s going on there,” Hank, who hated his name and wanted a more Biblical name because those names (Jeremiah! Matthew! David!)—although common—sound ominous, said as he pointed up to the top of the apartment building that housed the whores
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1980 13 4
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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1980 16 16
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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1980 22 16
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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1980 11 6
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It is certain. The roofs are hats for the houses because you wear a hat in the rain or the snow or even and sometimes especially the sun. The houses are curious. They keep their hats on at night. The downspouts for run-off water are strands of hair such as…
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1980 13 7
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beware the slice of the knife cutting like a curious comet blasting through solar systems down the throat of the bad ass milky way
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1980 15 13
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I staggered away in the storm
tears frozen to my cheeks.
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1980 4 2
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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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1980 3 3
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First, the title: How George Bush And the Lovely Danielle Saved Planet Earth From Zork the Galactic Destroyer. A little unwieldy perhaps but still, a grabber. Already you're thinking, George Bush? Saving Earth? Did he die by his own fucking hand?…
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1979 13 9
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with cool confidence
and believable body language
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1979 4 1
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I am a dog – four legs, a tail, a carefree enough manner, I do this, I do that, get into fights, sniff the ground and so on
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1979 3 2
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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1979 16 14
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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1979 19 13
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perjured like a fickle impulse
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1979 5 1
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She takes her hamburgers medium rare and the pickles remind her of the taste of last night's penis before she stuffed the stranger's apologies in a jar.
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1978 10 9
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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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1978 10 2
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I never pulled it off, never rode an atom through a super collider with a nose full of cocaine and a drink in my hand. Never was a bullet, zooming through the city, skin pressed to bone, nerves on fire. Never was an atom bomb, ever-exploding in slow motion, ripping off…
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1978 5 4
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It made a satisfying ‘pop’ when Donnie’s nose crushed under my knuckle-scared right. I threw another to his jaw, and then a left into his gut. It had forced the air out and Donnie crumpled to the floor gasping, half sitting, gurgling through his nose.
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1978 7 6
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This no man's island I'm perched high above isn't always so beautiful to the casual beholder of newly printed maps. Oh don't go and get your clouds all wrong. Puffed or thin, everything I say I believe in is a real feeling, until the music dies…
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1978 1 1
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Almost 24 hours ago in Pakistan, Osama Bin Laden was sleeping just as he had slept every night for the hundreds of days prior; comfortable in a million dollar compound with his son and advisors around him...
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1978 13 11
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I could never be a chef.Preparing creations that will merely be consumed.If I were a chef,I'd have to create dishes that required chewingand chewing and chewing.I'd find it better for my dishes to be destroyed in the mouth.Remembered for their…
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1977 2 1
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The young male sat off by himself and nursed his wounds and a grudge.
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1977 4 0
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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1977 0 0
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A night bird lands on the windowsill with a struggling copper moth in its beak. The bird cocks its head at Rasmus, then swallows the clockwork insect in a gulp before flying away.
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1977 22 15
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The river’s not/
a river but/
a FEMA map/
of flooding probabilities.
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1977 6 5
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We agreed I would go back up
to the cabin for another bottle.
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1977 5 1
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One year, she got a kite.
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1977 19 17
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A flash in seven chapters.
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