1933 25 17
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The scent of fresh cut grass./
The idiot sense of accomplishment/
mowing the lawn can bring.
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1933 15 7
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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1933 12 6
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1933 7 0
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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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1932 10 5
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Are we like a poem, a short hand of words curtained together, evoking a mood, but in the end, impenetrable? We follow the clues to our lover's heart and what we find isn't him at all but ourselves. We fill every part of his life, every part of his past and even become…
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1932 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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1932 1 1
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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1932 9 6
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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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1932 10 6
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—Pretty tulips, said the woman.
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1932 14 15
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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1932 7 7
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She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They
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1932 14 12
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The hour reflected those pleasant moments when evening hunger can be satiated by anticipation alone, before the pangs become demanding.
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1932 5 5
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He moved his rotten breath closer to my mouth, like he wanted to twirl his tongue around just to see how it felt.
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1931 0 0
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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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1931 3 2
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“Why is it that you give a woman a bit of power and she turns into a man” said a new intern from the copying room “You can hear her balls rubbing on the carpet as she walks”
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1931 4 4
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I’ve had it to here you see.
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1931 8 5
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Mars' circled state is slain, no bird of Jove That roosts protected in its green youth's flush; Its storms no more bring moistness from above, From blue beads cradled in one thunder's flash. The god of War was husband once to Love: Her arms were …
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1931 12 5
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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1931 8 8
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It took all four of his kids to convince my father to pull the plug. Mom's car crash had left her a vegetable, but of course he hung on. Once they withdrew life support, she was gone in ten minutes. The first thing our father said was that he was hungry. He felt…
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1930 10 7
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Things get lost in Big John, too. I see the other guys throw jokes about his size at his body that wedge their way into his armpits or into the wrinkles of his laugh lines and disappear. I’m not sure if it all disappears to remind us how small we are,
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1930 7 5
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Every time I squished an ant with my finger, I felt a piece of me loosen and chisel off.
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1930 6 6
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When I wake up and look to my left, will you be there with me, snoring like an asthmatic bear?
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1930 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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1930 6 0
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“In the process, I’ve created this memory track. Yet had the sense that I had to make fixed memories move as illusion, that they move as illusion.”
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1930 5 5
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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1930 6 2
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The figure was covered in a light blue chenille bathrobe, splayed out on her back on the floor by the glass door, her hair done up in large curlers, a slipper lying askew by her left foot. Richie crouched near the face and the rancid flame of bourbon lea
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1930 36 20
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1929 9 4
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Three hours isn't that long.
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1929 7 2
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"I know," Timothy explained, "he can't use it. He's a cripple." No one else seemed to understand.
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1929 12 9
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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