1965 7 5
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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196552
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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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1964103
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“I’ll be damned,” he said. “I never knew where that was.”
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19641817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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1964118
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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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196474
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Then daylight's lovely lantern/
Dressed in yellow white/
cleanness/
Danced a ballet towards/
Her majesty’s park bench/
She did! She sat on you!
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19642118
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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196410
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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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19631613
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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1963105
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That Dagwood is not a real person but a story told in dots. That Blondie is a male fantasy and will one day find her Nora Helmer.
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196395
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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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196310
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It wasn't until about 2:30 that my hairpiece began mauling small children.
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196346
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The thing that really gets you about the house is the hurricane shutters. They're up already, even though it's the end of May, because Buck's uncle is back in Rhode Island for the summer and he's prepped the house on Key Largo like Armageddon is coming.
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1963134
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His hands go up and down on me. You love me don't you he says. I don't know I say.
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1963117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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1963116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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196333
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When i close my eyesI see the faces of the deadI hear their voices The things they said, their laughter The ones i thought would live forever!! Something got them though: the ones who lived fastIt was a drug, some bullets, a disease I thought they would live forever!!Those…
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196300
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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196394
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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19632913
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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196300
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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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196311
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Right away, like toadstools, there were crackpot theories. The first: that kids out on the lake dock, against fire department warnings...
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196233
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Do you know first hiss of batter hitting groundnut oil in a shallow pan, I ask, on a morning after a long, dream-ridden sleep?
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19621412
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I have nothing in me but a raw loneliness right now. It's as if someone whirl-winded me out of the sky into the middle of the ocean in the middle of the red faced night. My fate seems immobile, sealed, doomed to a rocking nothingness, like…
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1962218
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1962107
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She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.
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1962124
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There was a children’s lit theme running through the party. Aside from Annemarie’s costume, there was a Harry Potter, a Pinocchio, and a Grinch.
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19621410
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are my only real friends. They don't seem to mind my shuffling down the dirty sidewalks without acknowledging their mere scraggly presences like friendly tombstones. They are growing their hair out again. I've noticed that much. We've got a…
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1962109
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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196265
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They’re persistent, I’ll give them that. They keep coming. And coming and coming.
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