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She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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Solitude is such an excellent alternative to suicide.
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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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“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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Most things come down to carnality, it seems, and dreams are no exception – or that’s how the teller of dreams told it to me.
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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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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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{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 world is full of dead dogs
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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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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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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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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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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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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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It's blues, bars and boots since you went away. You were wiferustled like sheep, like cattle.
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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.
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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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Through its branches we saw a couple. Teenagers, narrow and pale, two young birch trees, their roots twisted, submerged in the water.
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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