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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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My face turns to promise more, but my insides are browning.
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D'ya have to be so rough?
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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189432
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When VCRs were invented in the 1970s, the first big user segment was people who wanted to watch porno films in the comfort of their own home. Troy and Lynn's upstairs neighbor, James, an enlisted man in the Navy stationed at Pearl Harbor, had a vast porn…
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1894228
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The eggs got badder as the cook got madder
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189400
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Vito stood before the mirror combing his dark, freshly-cut hair. He trimmed his thick mustache, then buttoned his black vest. He liked its tight fit against his muscular torso. He had difficulty fastening the top button of his white shirt, the collar tigh
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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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18941110
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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18941310
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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18941510
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On the birthday before he started school, he received a pencil case from his paternal grandparents. The violet, oblong pouch contained a pencil and a pencil sharpener in the same color. He didn't remember what had happened with the pencil or the sharpener, but he had…
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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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He never bothered converting the tip money he pocketed at the Imperial Street 24 hour car wash as his world was replete with 25 cent transactions, making quarters the perfect coin for his realm.
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189300
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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The contrast can be summed up in a sip.
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189300
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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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I was making good bread as a New York studio musician and jingle writer, anonymous back-room jobs.
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189300
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When I finally went back to school in the fourth grade, after coming down with polio, my classmates were very welcoming, though I couldn't go outside and run around like them yet at recess or lunch time. That would come, just not right away. But it was th
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”
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1892173
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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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189264
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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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She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
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The morning sun rose up over the flat prairie, and the powdery snow crunched as you walked on it, and the air was so crisp it hurt as you took a breath. That is good, I thought. That is how you knew you were alive, and I was truly very alive, and there was not much to do so…
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189211
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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1891122
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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She had plain features suggestive of a Native American, which in fact, she was, partly, and she rarely wore makeup of any kind. She easily might have been indistinguishable in a moving crowd except for her loping gait and a tendency to move her hands arou
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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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