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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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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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1926125
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Thistle and cracked corn were thrown to us each morning and the occasional live chicken...
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192610
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Elin and I had religious differences about the garage. To her the garage required regular sweeping and organization--it was an extension of our house. Elin believed dust and mold to be manifestations of inner sin. I insisted that they were agents of evolu
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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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“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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"I know," Timothy explained, "he can't use it. He's a cripple." No one else seemed to understand.
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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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When I wake up and look to my left, will you be there with me, snoring like an asthmatic bear?
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192400
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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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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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“It’s a sad thing,” I said, “when a man has to suffer just for getting a little on the side.”
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‘Hmph! Dream indeed! “Past the wit of man to say what dream it was” - the man's a knotty-pated arse.' The old master-weaver spat into the fire, his rheumy eyes bright with contempt, then looked round furtively; Nathaniel was not yet returned,…
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It was the shock of black hair twisted into a long thick braid that got our attention and made us want to find meaning here. Albert thought he recognized the hair in the grave.
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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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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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It’s a little known fact that eels are often lost in translation – only the spotted variety, not the striped or the common and certainly not the electric.... I think about that lovely hippie girl and her knowledge of eels, sometimes.
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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I wonder, God. Do you sit around and play with the universe like it was your Wii? Or your Farmville? Or maybe your little iphone app? I mean, really. Did it ever occur to you that the little men, women and children on your screen actually bleed? Do you think…
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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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I laid in the road, broken and alone, until I had no choice but to pull myself together and get out.
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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