1967 1 0
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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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1967 10 2
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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1967 16 11
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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1967 9 5
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Hair as black as a Raven’s wing. Dark eyes. You wore a black dress, too, my favorite color.
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1967 2 1
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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1966 22 17
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The world is full of dead dogs
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1966 1 1
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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1966 11 9
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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1966 1 2
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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1966 4 1
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At that time I was meeting Jacob at 3:30 each afternoon in Joan of Arc Park so we could walk dogs together. This was our job.
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1966 10 5
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"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)
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1965 21 17
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After breakfast, he dresses and heads / for the blackjack tables.
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1965 13 15
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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1965 15 11
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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1965 2 1
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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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1965 2 1
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He lays his piping accoutrement on the bedside table, removes his cap, brocaded jacket, boots and slacks. Holmes brushes gently, the back of his hand across the confused face of Watson— their…
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1965 13 6
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And so it begins, like this, waiting to long for a lazy train out of West Toledo...
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1965 14 12
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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1965 17 13
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1965 1 1
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For a fleeting moment, eyes seemed to clear and the man spoke as if he were coming out of the pea soup fog that formed over the lake on spring mornings.
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1964 8 6
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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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1964 5 0
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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1964 14 9
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When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat.
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1964 7 3
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I, the energies moving through this body, in this particular parallel reality in this multiverse, am standing out in the middle of the night, under only stars, and surrounded by the soft, organic shapes of a tree line.
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1964 9 8
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Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
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1964 6 5
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There are glasses in the sinkfrom the water that I drink.And the books in my li-braryare not dumb and ordinary.There's a doggie at my door;did I go to the pet store?There's a puppy on my couch-ywho was happy, now she's grouchy.Was a writer, now an authoror an otter; no, an…
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1963 7 3
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Why don't we do it in a yellow submarine?
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1963 5 2
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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1963 9 8
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The stand is designed to clasp two guitars, one on either side. She cradles an Ovation in her arms, a guitar variety our high school friends used to call a soup bowl. In the stand is an acoustic-electric hybrid that I toyed with for ten…
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1963 13 5
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Dad woke us up and said it was time to go.
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