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They both have an annoying habit. She talks to him while she's in another room, and he doesn't answer because he can't hear what she's saying.
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Your soap on the shelf in the shower
melts with my every hair wash
and I'll miss it the way I should have missed you.
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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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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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One thing about being a musician—more specifically a drummer—struggling against the cost of living—more specifically the cost of living in the Bay Area—is that I will do just about anything to earn money.
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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It is indisputable that poets love roadkill...
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Your kiss has spread like a fever, persistent and catastrophic for an ill-prepared heart like mine.
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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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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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Yeah I walk itWithout a companionOr friendI walk the world aloneIt seems right to meI don't like the moviesMost television showsOr most popular musicI walk the world aloneUnable to buildAn emotional attachmentWith anyoneI walk the world aloneWith beer as My…
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He’d been wishing for months that he’d bought a retro clothing store. He would have called it HARRY’S HOARY HOSERRY. He would have met a better class of women.
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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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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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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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Poor kid. She didn't mean to leave my business card on her kitchen counter next to the telephone. It was a mistake.
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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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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