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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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177610
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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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177622
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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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177588
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Doorface has a door for a face. Thus his name. He was born with it. The door in his face, not his name. No one is born with a name. The naming comes later.Doorface finds his unusual physiognomy mildly inconvenient. People keep trying to enter his head. No one likes it when…
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177563
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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1775108
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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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177574
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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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17751310
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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177564
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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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17741710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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177410
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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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177410
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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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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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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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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 three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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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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stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
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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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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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To what better worlds remain.
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17731714
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...the astonishing discovery...
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the ugliness will not be denied
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177364
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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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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