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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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1878 10 9
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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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1877 10 5
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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1877 12 12
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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1877 12 8
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1877 5 4
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It was Brad, for short; or so he would say. But really his name was Bradford, and he was a writer. He had almost always lived in New York. He was only half-white. His mother had run away with a black man in the sixties. Her father had told her to never come back to…
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Oh, and take off all your jewelry unless you want your relatives sifting you through a window screen looking for your diamond.
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1877 6 2
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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1877 0 1
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I watch my brother carry her into the hospital, and I love him with parts of myself I didn’t know were capable of love. I love my brother with the space behind my eyes, the skin between my fingers, the ends of my hair, the crease in my neck. I love him wi
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1877 6 2
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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1876 2 1
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A plague of dykes mattered not. This spider-girl had driven the world of thought from Borden’s mind.
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1876 19 13
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1876 8 6
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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1876 2 2
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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1876 12 10
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She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
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1876 9 7
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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1876 2 0
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They were starting to get winded. The boy, his father and his little brother were hiking up a hill, cutting a diagonal path through hay-colored grass towards an outcrop of craggy boulders below the hill's summit.
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1876 13 6
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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1875 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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1875 9 8
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In the beginning the revolution was all motion and energy. When the President for Life resigned motion and energy disappeared with the sounds of clapping hands.
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1875 17 15
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Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
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1875 3 3
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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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1875 4 2
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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1875 2 1
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My name is Lu-chen Wyatt, and I have watched this tomb for seven years with undying loyalty. Tomorrow I am going away, and I wish to set down the story of my leaving and to say goodbye to Set-Yi, whose burial place has been my home for so long.
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1875 7 6
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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1875 7 5
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“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f
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1875 11 4
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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1875 4 2
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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1874 7 3
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Maybe she thinks in Czech, dreams in German, pretends in English. Babylon is a beautiful place after all.
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