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The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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They discovered the baby in the grass, under the snapping cotton sheets.
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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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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“I will become a respected novelist!” proclaimed Billy.
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A nun once told me to watch my tongue. This is not an easy thing to do.
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"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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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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This is the story of the man whose wife lived in his neck. Every morning, he would turn to her and say, "Hello, Sweetheart. How was your night?" and she would answer, Brilliant! What else?
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