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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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Belief is a hammer, like saying the mind is a piece of iron.
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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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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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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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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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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She said he was missing the whole point: it was a decoration, not an actual pillow. You were supposed to place it somewhere artful.
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I wanted my sister to not be in that box. I wanted my parents to laugh again. I wanted my friends to actually be my friends and not call me hurtful names behind my back. I wanted my awful cousin to have never come into my room in the middle of the night. I…
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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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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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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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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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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“He spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze, and now Jimmy Buffet is dead.” —Brian Williams, NBC Nightly News “Jimmy Buffet—beloved parrot-head singer-songwriter—has given up his search for that lost shaker of salt. He…
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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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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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To what better worlds remain.
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Travel into the beautiful swirling being you occupy whenever you get the chance. It's your right to seek the name of the most holy one in your deepest awakening. Then will you most likely find fellow travelers splashing about in their naked auras in…
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nothing can stop a group of genteel Southern women from a card game, and divine intervention makes one's participation in such an event quite worthwhile
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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"There is something in the air. It makes people sick, makes them want to die. They
cannot inhale too deeply for fear that it will turn them mad."
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[CAUTION: "DISINTEGRATION OF THE FUNCTIONING PSYCHE," IS, APPARENTLY, A "DEEPLY PERSONAL" EXPERIENCE!"]
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