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The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.
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the ugliness will not be denied
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Just because I’m suicidal doesn’t mean I don’t care about whacking my head on some service railing ten stories down. The fact that I’m going to jump doesn’t lessen my fear of propellers or a broken back.
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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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176764
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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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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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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[CAUTION: THIS CAN CONTAINS THE CAFFEINE EQUIVALENT OF THREE CUPS OF COFFEE. PEOPLE WHO ARE ELDERLY, PREGNANT, OR SENSITIVE TO CAFFEINE SHOULD NOT CONSUME THIS BEVERAGE!]
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
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