1903 7 6
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in her silk sleeves is silence sheathed.
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190343
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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190350
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He picked up the bottle of gin, looked at it.
"Not a lot left," he said.
"There's enough," she replied. She took the bottle and lifted it to her lips. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"For what?"
"You'll see."
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1903128
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No fuckin' way, Maude. Excuse me, but you know I can't stand that bag of wind. No way.
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190372
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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190276
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2. humility You know what silly does? Silly guarantees that you will enjoy the moment as the moment for the moment. Clowns make fun of silly. Isn't that ironic? They are in essence the opposite of their own image. That's why so many people see them as evil--because you…
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190201
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They drifted for months, locked between the vast merciless blue and the withering sun. Their faces blistered and their minds bleached and weary. They conspired in the shadows, drew plans in the sawdust, they grew confident and…
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190210
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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190132
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Put blisters on your fingers and
Put plasters on your head but
Put peppers on your privates and
You’ll wish that you were dead!
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190120
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Before Plasma screen TV Futon Underwear (brief style) piled on kitchen chair Unopened mail from funeral parlour Water in the sink coloured orange with grease Desktop computer (flying toasters screen saver) Cigarette butts floating…
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1901105
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Over our short, yet enduring relationship, I found that he was desperately trying to reconcile his ambitions with his situation. I left and he continued to be unhappy, trying to "fix" what he now realized had been broken all along. In the end, a span of a
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19011511
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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19011714
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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190185
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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19011510
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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190142
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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190100
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Two women grab a table near a window in a coffee shop. Outside, the sky is the color of dulled aluminum. It is early spring and pollen assaults the air with a tint of sulfur.
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190041
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Steam rolls out of the bathroom as Mr. Larson opens the door with a white towel around his waist. Pepper strolls up to him and purrs as she rubs her long, gray tail against his tanned legs."Hey, girl.” He runs his coarse, scarred fingers through the cat's soft coat.…
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190042
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I want to break that mug. (Break him.)
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190010
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It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
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190066
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There were avocados splayed across menus like 1950′s pinup girls–all thigh and curve. Avocados in California omelets. Avocados split and diced, sprayed with lime, slapped on bagels, served with tomato.
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190010
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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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1899105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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1899118
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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189931
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[ETIQUETTE ... DECORUM ... BOUNDARIES ... BAH!]
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189965
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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189821
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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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189886
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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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189821
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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1898119
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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