1963 9 11
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I answered with my usual economy of words. If someone wants more, they must ask, and he did.
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1963 9 4
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His hair was well groomed. The skin was radiant like apples tossed at the moon. The gym membership was well used, as the weight issue was easily cast into an abyss of loaded memories.
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1963 15 12
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To touch our skin was filthy,
to spread our legs a mortal sin. You closed
the keyholes to keep us apart, so we used them
to keep you out and keep our secrets to ourselves.
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1963 19 16
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My wife thinks I should be committed.
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1962 0 0
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A burst of mud spilled out over Jonas and scooped his body up like a raging river. It spun his body over in a rebound rather than pushing him through the door.
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1962 8 7
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a dry bony voice/from a desiccated soul/coughs up its own throat.
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1962 4 2
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So it was cancer. And so he was screwed, royally screwed. He was screwed all the more because he knew how screwed he was. He had to carry the shame of knowing, as much as he wanted to deny it, that this had been his first thought when he found out about h
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1962 1 1
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“I will become a respected novelist!” proclaimed Billy.
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1962 11 8
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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1961 9 1
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I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!
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1961 14 9
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She feels the music deep in her belly,her hips swaying, she looks out through lids no longer guardedand sees you, Her knees bend, her eyes close, She is moving back and forth,a pulse in time,Her arms snake around her head,She does not ask,may I enjoy myself?…
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1961 5 3
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Even though it was late November, it still bloomed. Extravagantly. Obviously it had no shame, obviously it reveled in its own beauty.
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1961 7 6
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At noon on a weekday in the off season, when the trickle of tourists who wandered into the Mermaid Curio Shoppe had died out completely, she walked in with wet hair, leaving tiny puddles on the floorboards.
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1961 7 2
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Fingers of angry red welts crossed his face and neck.
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1961 2 0
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“I can’t believe you went ahead and got pregnant without me,” I said.
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1961 9 3
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One night we were invited out for dinner, and we got into a knock-down, drag-out that afternoon. My wife got so angry I had to hold her down on the bed.
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1961 2 1
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What Mohammed didn’t tell me was the house was owned by drug dealers and inhabited by wealthy playboys who urged me over and over again to accompany them to the bathhouse.
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1960 5 2
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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1960 1 1
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His name was Atticus. Yes, exactly like that other Atticus you’re thinking of. Though it was more to do with his mother’s unnatural obsession with Gregory Peck and less to do with a love of classic novels (because Lord knows she scarcely read a thing
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1960 8 6
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wild eyes open your iris sunrise
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1960 7 4
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So no one ever caught sight of Eleanor picking her nose; besides, that wasn't what she was doing.
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1960 7 3
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A bawdy secretary languishes behind the farmer, translating the squealing gray matter and scratching her rectangular nose obsessively.
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1960 8 1
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In late summer 2000 Dick Cheney held a secret strategy meeting in a hunting lodge deep in the hills of southeastern Wyoming. It was Cheney's own place, bought with the money he'd ripped from the trough with both hands through decades of what…
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1960 6 2
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Did you take out the trash? Did you water the ficus? Did you cancel the cable? Did you take my black sweater? Did you tell the neighbors? Will you get the friends? What about the cat? Will you send me a Christmas card? Will I tear it up? Did you know…
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1960 10 5
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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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1959 20 16
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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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1959 7 7
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Tsunamis are quiet at first:
not one big wave but many
small injustices, so chaotic
all the pressing all the weight
of the noise, like a stone
holding you under.
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1959 9 4
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1959 0 1
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Lydia slid into the pool and rubbed lotion on the exposed areas of skin. She lathered her flipper arms. She lathered her sun-worn face. And she lathered her chest, rubbing some between her chubby breasts.
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1959 13 11
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Max leads the parade up the hill. He is sawing on his violin, wearing nothing but a raincoat.
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