1762 9 4
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“Why do I have to sign these cards? You haven't written your dreaded holiday letter yet.” “I told you not to complain or you'd be the one writing it. And addressing the envelopes. Then you can stamp them and take them to the Post Office!” …
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1762 17 15
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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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1762 6 5
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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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1762 4 0
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I don’t know what to make of this new territory we have stumbled into neither by accident, it seems, or design. Is there a map to be found?
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1762 12 8
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"Everything except food and sex."
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1761 0 0
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stoplight - (haiku love series - #2)
eyes lock in a gaze
glimpses of my future spark
then you walk away
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1761 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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1761 0 0
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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1761 0 0
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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1761 15 9
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“Phennias Jessup is his name. That’s his death’s head scroll, an hourglass, bats, spirals and angel’s wings on either side of the top part of the stone. "
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1761 9 1
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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1761 4 4
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Why you keep a razor blade in your stocking?
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1761 6 3
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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1761 6 5
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They’re persistent, I’ll give them that. They keep coming. And coming and coming.
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1761 5 1
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Two fine-young-things scan the menu board of In-N-Out Burger off Interstate 101. Dressed like twins -- hoop earrings, tank-tops and mini-skirts, ballet pumps — you could hardly tell them apart, except for their Cleopatra and Marilyn Manson hairstyles. As they…
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1761 8 5
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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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1761 4 2
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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1761 3 0
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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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1761 13 6
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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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1760 9 12
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Control and decorum. Manners. Practice such to protect yourself and others.
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1760 15 12
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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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1760 4 0
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There was that long weekend she'd spent lazing around a suite at the Beverly Wilshire between the Golden Globes and the Oscars with the suddenly now married actor, and then there had been Cabo. This was before the current thing and before the thing before
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1760 20 12
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1760 18 12
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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1760 14 7
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a bird who gives messages
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1760 0 0
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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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1760 3 2
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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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1760 9 7
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"Think of every sexual partner you've ever had. I'm nothing like them. Unless you've ever slept with a bulimic German cellist called Elsa."
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1760 11 8
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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1760 1 1
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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