1972 10 5
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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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1972119
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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19721512
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Leonard didn't know that cute girl well, hardly at all, but he really wanted to. She was his first real crush in Junior High. He got his chance and talked to her some one day while they were walking down the hall between classes. She actually spoke to him first. The bell…
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1972134
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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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197200
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Until it happens to you, and I hope, and you should pray, that it never does, you cannot appreciate the consolation of believing that your are merely losing your mind.
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197254
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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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1972104
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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197175
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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1971117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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197100
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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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1970106
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Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic
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197013
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I imagined you going at her in ferocious fucking-- /
O, O, O, O, O, O, O Immortal Glistening Cock,
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197000
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Danica paused for a moment as thoughts of going to Avalon Tech changed to heading for Mystic Intelligence. She could not understand why she thought about going there.
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1969199
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the constant inner jabber
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1969116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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19691410
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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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196974
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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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196910
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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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19681412
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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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1968218
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196800
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“You have run for your life, Astylos, and won. All Hellenes share in your victory.” The crowd bellowed and thundered as an attendant tied purple ribbons around the winner’s forehead, arms and legs. These would mark him as a victor for the remaining days o
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196833
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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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1968109
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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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196800
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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196894
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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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19682913
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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196896
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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19671817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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19671714
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...the astonishing discovery...
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196787
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The blues were born on the ghost train that rolled through the Delta and gave Memphis breath back in 1902. It's low moaning sound brought young black men running, dogs hot in pursuit, toward glory that danced in a moonlight…
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