1935 6 5
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He checks the bedrooms first,
then the hallway,
followed by the living room
and the bathrooms.
When he can't find you he takes to calling out,
daddy,
I'm sure the neighbors hear.
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1935205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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1935114
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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193564
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Belief is a hammer, like saying the mind is a piece of iron.
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193400
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As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn
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19341414
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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193442
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"I was hit by an Amtrak train and dragged a hundred feet, and I'm going to die from smoking cigarettes."
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193410
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He was the tall, whippy type. Dangerous.
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193433
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Last night, the station played me a dream of sexual promiscuity that included -- but was not limited to -- imaginative acts involving....
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193400
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Two women grab a table near a window in a coffee shop. Outside, the sky is the color of dulled aluminum. It is early spring and pollen assaults the air with a tint of sulfur.
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193383
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love notes yellowed through the years
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193300
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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1933116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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193385
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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193344
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A man on the sidewalk dressed as a hot dog hits a triangle dinner bell with a clang and yells for everyone to come and eat at Hot Dog Hot Dog. We were feeling more like fish and chips or spicy pulled pork, but there's something about how…
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193365
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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193342
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“Really? And you write…?” asked her breasts in the black dress, making excellent eye contact. He smiled at them.
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19331212
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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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193342
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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1932129
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The bus is late; the papers disappear.
The china breaks, and the suit does not fit.
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1932105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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193211
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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1932174
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It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…
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193276
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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193200
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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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193285
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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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193254
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It was Brad, for short; or so he would say. But really his name was Bradford, and he was a writer. He had almost always lived in New York. He was only half-white. His mother had run away with a black man in the sixties. Her father had told her to never come back to…
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193240
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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193200
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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19322913
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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