1888 10 5
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It’s a song you knew once, begin to remember now: You’ve had this dream before.
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188899
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“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
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188800
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That was really the problem with leaving. She had to leave everything, could take none of the perfection with her. Anything she took would’ve been too little, or too much, once removed. Once not in his house, not in his vision or touch, the magic would
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188877
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rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum
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18881110
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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18882112
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It is a well-known fact that my wife sleeps around. There. I said it and now everyone knows that I too know about my wife. Let me just tell you this one thing; she has her reasons. You ask me how I know that she has her reasons, but who would know better than…
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18881813
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My uncle looks into the bleached eye of his cat and asks
"What happened to my ear?"
The meerkat’s eye replies:
"You had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut off your ear to save you."
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188833
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And him, now there’s a him. I’d like if he were perfect, but perfect things never are. My daughter says it best, when she contrasts the two of you, “Daddy worked to forget about his problems. When he works, it makes him feel like there is a problem.”
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188796
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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1887115
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A compliment is candy to the heartbroken, oxygen to a suffocating flame. The best hunter picks his prey carefully, selecting his line like an archer pulling an arrow from a quiver, quickly and efficiently, then flick! the line cuts through the air and…
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188766
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But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
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18871713
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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188774
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The investigator starts by accumulating facts, as many facts as he can. He sifts through them with meticulous precision, leaving no leaf unturned, no page unread.
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1887101
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I told you that I have homicidal urges that alternate with ones of the suicidal kind. You flicked an imaginary speck of dust from your fat, fleshy forefinger with your ultra-flexible, wimpy thumb.
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1887103
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A crash, a loud tear screams through the house. A coffee table continues its dutiful life as a bitch.
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188744
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She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
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188600
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Some say the simurgh is an enormous bird with four wings, teeth, and a human face, able to carry off an elephant in her talons.
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188611
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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1886173
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My swinging purse sent saucers tinkling to the tile and the copper-headed waitress flew over, swooping on the shatter, clutching clean forks like a handful of flowers.
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18862212
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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188664
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"When we say something is good, beautiful, pious, or brave, what idea or image do we hold in our mind?"
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188682
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the dogneck gave no support
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1886148
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You always complained that Christmas/
ruined your birthday/
sister.
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1886117
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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188621
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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188611
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I'm not hungry now
The darkness swallows me as they eat.
I'm starving now
With a pain I can't defeat.
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18852010
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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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188500
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He was jolted awake from his light slumber by his pod crash landing. Landing? That means he found a planet. He opened the pod and got out to stretch his legs. He looked around. "Wow, and I thought Aleria was advanced. This is amazing."
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Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
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