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I keep my life very ordered. Order for me is security. I am sure of some things. Like the fact I work five nights a week, and sleep during the day.
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She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.
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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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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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The moonlight illuminated Dahlia’s bare breasts. She remembered when Gerard used to appreciate them.
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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a bird who gives messages
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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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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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Her skin is muddy earth/
I'd gladly play in.
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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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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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He has one good eye and is missing the other. The socket of his missing eye squints with a disturbing and unfathomable insight.
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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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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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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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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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The world is full of dead dogs
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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