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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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People were just doing it.
Doing it everywhere. On lawn chairs and stray patio cushions and watching. Watching every one do it.
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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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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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What happened later that evening is unclear. When Mickey got back to his quarters, he was in good spirits. Buoyant even.
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you hear the knell of kindness
long before its cathedral voices -- a recessional --
barters better times.
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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Over fifty plastic flamingos stood silently at attention... as if eating sea urchins out of our lawn.
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Some people might find it strange and a bit obsessive to mow their lawn every day, but to Shiram it was an irreplaceable part of his daily existence.
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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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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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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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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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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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About 10 years ago is when it started. I was 14, sitting at Pop's knee, listening to his stories, and Mom came in crying. She could hardly get words out.
I think that day was the last time I felt the sun.
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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What did they even invent
clothing for? I asked.
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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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People crawling up out of the chimney, then onto the roof, then sliding down it and off over the edge disappearing from view.
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While space and time opened up for us, the ground accelerated its attempts to devour the astronaut. Grasses grew up around his edges. Seeds propagated in the folds of his suit, tendrils found their way into the mysterious holes for the missing hoses that
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192110
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This is about a mescaline trip that went wrong. It happened back in the '60s and I know, the '60s have been done quite to death and nobody ever gets the trip right but--you'll like this one. Joey and…
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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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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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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The Bridge Barstow had not wanted to listen to Griff. Griff was not making the right decisions, or he thought Griff was not making the right decisions. Thought he was walking a…
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Behind them all, in the background, a tray of vodka tonics waits on a glass table, the limes losing color as they drown.
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