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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.
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perjured like a fickle impulse
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1818105
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Okay, it was a long shot but who in that room wasn’t desperate to shift that shit? All our jobs depended on it.
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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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181700
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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181743
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She brought the ends of her fingers to her mouth and moistened them in her warm saliva. The whorls of her prints glistened in the harsh light of the room, but it wasn't her own outlines she was interested in raising. His hand lay outstretched in his…
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1817104
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Who puts Vaseline
on the forefinger
of Lenin?
I want to know
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18171210
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Christ walks the streets of Venice,/has long since become a regular . . .
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181711
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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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181612
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My parents were married for forty five years. “A lifetime,” is how the rabbi at my mother's funeral describes it. The man says it with such a tone of familiarity, of genuine sadness, that one might think he has known and adored my parents all their lives. But…
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There he was. Minnesota Fats, short and pudgy, jowly and blond-haired.
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Even if your heart is as large as a small car, your tongue as heavy as two grown men—even then—you will have to carry it with you wherever you go.
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Slip me in Between the cracks in your schedule Between the sheets of your bed Between your memories and your fears Between your eyes and the moon where I'll twinkle at you Slip me in somewhere, I won't disturb you Won't make you want to push me away Let…
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wrap me in the soft, cool blanket of night. waning,the moon peers down at melike the heavy-lidded eye of some cyclops. and if I be lost like poor Odysseus,cloak me in the soft, warm wool of night. and if my eyes fail me like old Tiresias,stitch the cloth with…
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Out here in nearly nowhere I met this man. About him I know something something, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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Leo, leo, leo, leo, the word itself imprinted on my brain, carved with a pearl handled blade into my cerebral cortex, into the medulla, burrowed deep into my dreams, I miss your kissing.
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"What's that smell?" Osama glares at me from the front seat of the Trans Am.
"What smell?" I say.
"You smell like a diaper. Are you wearing a diaper?" Osama and Peach both laugh at me.
"No... maybe, its my Baby Soft perfume. Is it too strong?"
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Bearing the smell of paper on her fingertips. Ink in her hair.
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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Before he was Francesco Martinelli
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She’s right there in Thirsty’s. In her usual spot. Drinking her usual drink. Yuengling on tap. One after another.
And he’s there too. Behind the bar. Pouring drinks. One after another.
Sometimes they speak. But mostly she orders. He pours. And
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I can tell you all about rock bottom.
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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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181410
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I’ve been here before.
it wasn’t you though—
it was her before you,
and then she before her …
before you.
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“I was looking for the review of the Alvin Ailey dance company when I noticed something in the sports pages,” says the 300-pound center. “All of a sudden it hit me–I should have been playing football."
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By the time I learned how much I loved my family, I was 3 years and eight-hundred miles away from them
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god bless my shapeless head. we are good at becoming older. i feel incredibly negative all the time.
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The woman carried a wooden log which was her husband into the house.
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