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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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20421210
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Christ walks the streets of Venice,/has long since become a regular . . .
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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2041107
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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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204175
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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204142
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All right, so the frog I risked my lips on (not to mention the contents of my stomach) . . . .
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2041114
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Upon learning the fetus has fingernails, Missy texts her boyfriend: It has nails! He won’t reply because he’s just left for war, but she does it just the same.
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204055
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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2040129
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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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204094
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Three hours isn't that long.
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204011
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Whispers flew, like wild darts across the room. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. Right then, it wasn’t my job to figure things out; it was my job to cry.
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204011
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When I was six, my father brought home a fishbowl. Look out for the inhabitants, he said. You can play Neptune in their microcosm of the sea.
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204098
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They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
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204098
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“As you do it unto the least of these so you do it unto me.” —Jesus These children that you murder are not your enemy. They are not your pain or your personal sorrow. They are, if anything, flowers blowing and …
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204084
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He beats the girl, stabs her 22 times, rapes her, then uses his fingertips to push her orbital sockets into the back of her head before killing her. At trial, he laughs about whether or not there…
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204051
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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204012
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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204054
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar
the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.
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204041
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I’m squatting naked over the hand mirror, feet cold on the terrazzo floor, looking at my winking arsehole.
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20401412
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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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204022
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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2039107
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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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203977
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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203984
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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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203921
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time. Night after night he's up, restless. What if she knew his plans? If only he'd bypass his miscalculations and slip through
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203950
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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2039179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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203962
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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 don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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