1931 8 3
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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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19312212
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So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…
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1931118
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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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193050
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Okay, let’s go swing by The Strip. Appositely labelled. A little cutting of concrete Britain, torn off and transplanted here in the Greece of antiquity. Strip teasing. Divesting the flush Northern Europeans of their pleasure tokens, in return for token
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19301910
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The snows have not come but left behind are the sounds of summer in my old neighborhood.
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193082
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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193041
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The sun was so upset that immediately he pulled his blanket over his face and cried out of worry. His blanket, of course was made of clouds and his tears made up the rain. The sun was very right to be frightened, as were the flowers to wither, for the Kin
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192986
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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192952
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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192900
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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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1929107
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The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.
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192988
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Doorface has a door for a face. Thus his name. He was born with it. The door in his face, not his name. No one is born with a name. The naming comes later.Doorface finds his unusual physiognomy mildly inconvenient. People keep trying to enter his head. No one likes it when…
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192911
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They say ehmand for almond in the San Joaquin Valley.
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192910
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They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
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1929109
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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1928137
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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19281112
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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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192821
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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192874
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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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192854
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Click-clack, click-clack. The cadence of the tracks below push George back and forth between what happened and what is to come.
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192811
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
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192810
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19281615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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192811
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“I will become a respected novelist!” proclaimed Billy.
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19282512
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...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
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19281713
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19281615
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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19281311
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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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19272217
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The world is full of dead dogs
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1927143
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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