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Artie invited me to go with him to pick out a Halloween Pumpkin for the house. I had recently moved into a communal living situation and we were still getting to know each other. Artie was the kind of person who made a special occasion out of ordinary life. Why…
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195085
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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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195011
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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195031
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There’s no training course available for kids in love. You can watch your parents, you can watch other kids, but for the most part it’s all trial and error, and I'm still pretty shaky at almost all of it.
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195062
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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19502118
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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194900
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". . . with the impact of a 18-wheeler jack-knifed into a Mini-Cooper as it hits the surface."
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194921
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She persisted. “How long have we been here?”
A note of anger crept into his voice. “How long? How long? Why …, why ….” He swallowed hard, realized he had forgotten.
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194975
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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194965
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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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1949119
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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194942
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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19481710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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194800
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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1948174
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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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194810
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I knew her face but not her hair, at least not the right way up.
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19481410
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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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194840
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Lifting a pear wedge to my lips, I hesitate and dip it into my bourbon instead. I notice a tiny sphere of liquid, suspended, glistening with the flame of the candle. The sweet, subtle scent tantalizes my senses. Careless, sticky fingers bring movement.…
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194874
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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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194852
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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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194800
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Unadorned tragedies pinpoint the worst angles of the road; simple crosses or bouquets line boulders painted with car crash smoke or skid marks that tiptoe to the edge of cliffs and then, apparently, leap.
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19481715
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He had coal black hair the day he died. He claimed to be part French, no doubt the offspring of a Swedish girl and a French soldier, although Ole did not mention this.
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19481915
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194894
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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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194823
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194811
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I know it was the ceremonial magician who talked you into it. I know it was supposedly to be what the Enochean Angels needed to come into the vortex and into the world, make it all balanced on all four sides, four elements, so that when the world ended, t
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1947105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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194742
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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194700
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Darrell looked at me, then down at himself. He was still in his wet underwear. "What is this?" he said, looking up again. "Where in the hell was I?" He shook his head. "It was weird, Philip. Boy, that was one wild dream."
"That was no d
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