1954 1 0
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The schedule fell smoothly into place: After Imogene went home at the end of the day, Calvin locked the office door, then he and Rosalie marched into the examination room and she flossed him.
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1954 3 2
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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1954 1 1
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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1954 0 0
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La revancha! The rematch between the great matador and the impossible bull was set for La Fiesta de la Objeto Inamovible. Red-lettered posters announced the event on shuttered tiendas and busy bus stops and papered-over graffiti on the city’s walls for al
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1953 9 4
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Three hours isn't that long.
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1953 20 9
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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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1953 9 10
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Together at last, we'd gotten this far toward the warm end of those sweet Promises we made, once, with our sincerest written and passed down smart Words, done all on our own deeds, with some real gusto, and offered them as Christmas Lights,…
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1953 3 3
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IN BOX 12 OF DD FORM 214, the Department of Defense requires a narrative reason for every military discharge. Mine reads: Continued involvement of a discreditable nature with civilian and military authorities.
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1953 17 9
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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1953 6 3
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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1953 1 2
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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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1953 2 2
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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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1952 5 2
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She jumped into the hole the other day. The hole that sucks little girls into the universe, and doesn't return them. I had to watch it. I had to watch her sitting on the dock. Lean over, and fall in. I couldn't have saved her. Nor God. Or Jesus. Not the bridge. …
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1952 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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1952 12 13
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Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
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1952 10 1
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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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1952 24 15
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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1952 13 10
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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1951 29 16
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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1951 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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1951 5 1
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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1951 2 1
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Six thousand dollars was a small price for a man's life. Mario was in the back seat of the Honda with Johnny next to him handcuffed, all tense. Francisco had it on a rap station, the sort of music that gave Mario a headache.
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1951 8 5
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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1951 4 4
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Some poems slip out easily
Thick and solid
Well-oiled and fully formed
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1951 5 1
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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1951 36 20
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1951 0 0
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The words of prophets only serve to demonstrate that ‘unreliable narrative’ can often result in poor literature; unfortunately, poor literature can attract a very large following.
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1951 7 5
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When it rains, I can really think.
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1950 10 10
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He says he’ll have a Bud, too. The woman taps her pencil on her pad, looks at the kid and says, “When?”
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1950 0 0
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