1934 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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1933 15 11
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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1933 2 0
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A universe, all of it, was encased in glass.
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1933 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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1933 0 0
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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1933 13 7
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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1933 0 0
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I can barely feel the blade as it first goes in. I'm pleasantly surprised. But as she drags the knife across my skin the pain increases becoming more and more painful rising to a point of unbearable agony the further she cuts.
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1932 1 1
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The drive back to Sac does nothing to sober me up, either, and although Avaline and I are ready to hurl, she takes me to her afternoon support group, “Lean On Me: A Place for Manic-Depressive and Bipolar Sufferers to Come Together.”
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1932 2 0
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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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1932 1 1
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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1932 7 6
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in her silk sleeves is silence sheathed.
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1932 11 8
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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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1932 2 1
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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1932 2 2
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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1932 10 5
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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1932 7 2
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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1932 8 4
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A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
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1932 0 0
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...It's my advice that this Fourth of July the Office of Homeland Security post the following instructions on your web site www.Ready.gov — people should act like my dog Lucy and just stay inside under the bed and tremble...
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1932 5 5
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He moved his rotten breath closer to my mouth, like he wanted to twirl his tongue around just to see how it felt.
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1931 8 4
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Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold-spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what. Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, alo
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1931 16 8
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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1931 3 3
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To what better worlds remain.
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1931 4 1
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Cos I play hard that’s why. Everyday hard. You want someone who ain’t an everyday player ? Try our Closer. But ain’t his fault he’s always sat there in the pen, like he’s taken root. His number lines rely on the rest of the team. So he’s flatl
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1931 9 8
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The giant hurled threats and insults. He brandished a knife that was a foot long.
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1931 3 0
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
for a drink or a smoke
I would beg and curse and steal
if I was a bum
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope
I would not vote for anyone
because I would know truly
they’d be telling gross lies
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1931 9 2
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I won't fail at this like trying to fix a leaking sink without mud grease or washers tinier than Cheerios.
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1930 8 5
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Kids are fascinated by me. Adults look the other way. Maybe it's my size. Or maybe it's the stories in the newspapers.
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1930 6 4
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There were days in my youth when, through no fault of their own, my parents could not drive me the seven mile trip to my elementary school. When I got older they bought me a bike and that proved duly adequate as conveyance. But when I was six years in age
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1930 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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1930 2 0
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When the writer expressed with subtle alacrity that he adored the painter, she was flattered and didn't raise objection. The writer-in his aloof manner, with experienced caution-pointedly wrote a poem directly for his muse. She never spoke of it, and hi
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