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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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169076
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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169044
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Some poems slip out easily
Thick and solid
Well-oiled and fully formed
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169051
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She takes her hamburgers medium rare and the pickles remind her of the taste of last night's penis before she stuffed the stranger's apologies in a jar.
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169065
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I know she's a dog person, as she owns one.
“No, my asshole ex-boyfriend wanted one and then he left me with it.” she admits, then adds,
“I don't even like dogs. All dogs are needy.”
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1690135
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The Fuddy-Duddy Writer does not do wit.
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1690217
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55 words, slightly naughty
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169030
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Shannon refused to jump from the castle drawbridge to the gigantic truck tire sunk halfway down in the playground quicksand. He just stood there-arms folded across his chest, bony knees sticking out from beneath ratty cutoffs-in silence, looking to Rollie
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169053
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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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16892010
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Their bodies, ripe uncovered flesh, had begun to erode, the edges of their limbs and cores bitten, taken by the wind in small pieces, flaking and tearing, some parts sliding, falling away.
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168943
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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168962
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So, when Daddy grabbed that cock by the neck and threw him into the hole that he quick covered with dirt, I knew right then that men would play a subservient role in my life going forward.
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16891211
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Everything would've been copasetic except about the time we got down there they put the turkey in the fryer..
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168970
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[TURN-ONS: willingness. TURN-OFFS: rejection.]
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168840
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And without further ado, The Author.
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168881
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She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
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168810
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"I read a cute animal story yesterday," I tell them. "And I was filled with rage. I can't live like this. There must be no more bears, or hamster-bears, or manatees, being hopeless and depressed. There must be no more cute animal stories—ever."
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168854
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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168898
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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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168874
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So no one ever caught sight of Eleanor picking her nose; besides, that wasn't what she was doing.
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“Hey,” I begin, a naughty smile breaking across my face before I can get to the punchline, “Want to drive around flipping off anyone with a Romney bumper sticker?”
Kaleb chuckles and beams at me. It seems everyone likes a good girl turned naughty.
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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16881615
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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168800
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Oryn knelt down beside Alysia and grabbed her white and light blue hair. She pulled it back, and tried to get an emotional response. Their eyes locked in place. Sparks of anger clashing between their faces.
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168822
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Forty years is a very long time to live with someone.Ellen stood motionless at the curtainless kitchen window, staring at the autumnal woods, looking for signs of the various animals that frequented her property. She had done this every morning and every evening since Jim…
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168800
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“I was listenin' ta one o' them Terran religious broadcasts 'bout Mother Earth when they up an' says that global warmin' was all the fault o' mankind, an' they had ta make the non-believers see that all the drivin' they did, an' all the stuff they bought
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16871815
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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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168732
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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
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16872012
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168700
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We sat in Darrell's truck in the deserted silent world of the down-trodden industrial area of West Berkeley, where no one in his right mind went at five in the morning. "Put the gun away, Darrell," I said. "I mean it."
"I can't help but keep
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