1997 3 2
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One day my mother's lover shaved his beard and legs. Said he couldn’t fit into his tight jeans anymore.
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199600
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... all my friends are girls; I like opera; I can answer all the questions about male and female ejaculation – without stammering – in sex ed. classes.
And Braydon? In boardshorts, tall and tanned and naked from the waist up ...
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199684
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It don't knock you down to the goddamned ground and push your face into the mat and dare you to get back up. Just so it can knock you down again. They don't have real dreams. Dreams that make them wake up in the middle of the night. Hurting. Wanting.
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19961512
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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199663
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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199663
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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199651
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"I wonder what happened to Murder Man and Lust Girl?" wondered The Black Toadstool. The Anti-Justice League were in Machu Picchu, on a short vacation after taking over most of South America and the South Pole. The South Pole had been so easy. …
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1996129
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199696
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he’s recognizable in the earliest images of misery: a hand shoving a young gladiator before the lion; the fire devouring a witch in Salem. And here he is. Again.
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199551
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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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1995176
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Tasha loved to tease the rain. She sat still with her legs folded on the bench, never once looking the clouds in the eye.
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199500
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Ben tossed the newspaper aside, muttering. Carol, curled up on the sofa, peered past the glasses at the tip of her nose and past the crossword puzzle.
"What?"
"The Brits wanted to fight rather than be taken hostage. They had an escort boat ridin
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199563
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199500
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"And secondly, it’s never bing bing bing with you. It’s like, bing bang bongity bumbity bum yadda yadda bla bla bla.” Sam stopped short and glanced down at his shoes. He knew he’d gone too far.
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1995124
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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19953620
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199431
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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19942915
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Even solid seeming concrete creeps/
in time to form the faint smile of deflection./
A marble rolls along the catenary grin.
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1994209
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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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199471
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Homer relaxes in his tan, faded recliner, remote in hand, and watches death unfold on his television.
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199464
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What led to the current situation was that about a year ago the conceptual artist had been shocked to read in a small item in a newspaper that a conceptual artist in China had also grown an ear on his forearm and this discovery had led the conceptual artist to make a …
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199400
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“I was listenin' ta one o' them Terran religious broadcasts 'bout Mother Earth when they up an' says that global warmin' was all the fault o' mankind, an' they had ta make the non-believers see that all the drivin' they did, an' all the stuff they bought
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199483
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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199432
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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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199300
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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1993147
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I respect mom, she survived cancer and all while she was pregnant with me, but something about getting through all that crap made her heart tough, like an over-cooked piece of beef, and no one likes meat you have to chew forever.
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19931412
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Then I heard it -- a sound like an oboe being strangled. Teeny was farting onto the cement stoop through her jeans, a tripple flutter blast.
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199300
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I found my patch by accident whilst out picking medicinals ta cover a load o' dead constrictors. I tested the patch in the traditional way an' got a bit stoned on jes' a nibble o' a fresh sprout. Course, everyone knows the sprouts 're more concentrated t
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19921513
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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19922417
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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