1739 13 7
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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1739 3 1
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"Heaven-high, choking on our own breath and each other's tongues."
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1739 14 12
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I sought to feel something. I hunted my mortality. I craved that rush of life pulsating through my veins.
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1738 2 2
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Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
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1738 0 0
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"What the hell does profligate mean?!" He shouted.
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1738 15 11
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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1738 17 8
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"Your mother does sailors," the parrot screeched.
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1738 1 1
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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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1737 3 0
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There are many times in my life when I look back and wonder how things would have been different if that one single day, one single moment, had never occurred. If I hadn’t gone there, if I hadn’t seen Tony, if I hadn’t sent him instead of going myse
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1737 9 9
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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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1737 0 0
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The year is 2110. The earth is no longer habitual for human beings. The oceans are gone, the sky is red and radiated and the last vestiges of human civilian are located within the confines of massive barrier cities. For a century mankind has been at war w
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1737 8 5
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1737 0 1
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you'll call it jealousy, but i promise youit's really not, because i wouldn't liketo have your life any more than i wouldmine. because really, i lead a life notunlike that of a housecat, knockingaround and getting spooked by closingdoors when i know nobody is in. what…
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1737 15 9
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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1737 11 8
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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1737 8 6
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the/ orange/ tastes/ welcome
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1737 13 6
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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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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1737 4 5
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When the city froze and the darkness began to arrive ahead of rush hour, my pills worked; Butterfly Hu’s did not. In a double blind trial, you can’t know who gets the miracle, and who gets the sugar.
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1736 4 0
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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1736 14 12
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I have nothing in me but a raw loneliness right now. It's as if someone whirl-winded me out of the sky into the middle of the ocean in the middle of the red faced night. My fate seems immobile, sealed, doomed to a rocking nothingness, like…
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1736 3 1
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When it came time to sell the agency—when the papers came for him to sign—it was a very bad deal. But he did not cry. This was business. He had gambled and he had lost. He signed the papers without a hint of regret and even pried open a case of champa
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1736 0 0
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Allen would stroll the remains of the orchard, reminiscing with Tad, flirting with dementia.
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1736 0 0
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One day me an' Elvis was down at the riverbank with Huckleberry, chasin' darters an' watchin' barges go by. It was a lazy day bein' a Sunday an' all. We had jest got back from Church an' Mami told me to change my clothes so's that I didn't get my Sunday
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1736 10 6
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I saw/
star shine in/
my silver pail
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1736 12 5
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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.
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1736 11 10
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i never much liked Elvis
never did then never do now
he was no Kris Kristofferson
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1736 4 2
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She catches my head in a leg scissors and says for me to say Ninja Uncle. Instead, I bite into her flesh that only remotely tastes like a soft salt pretzel.
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1736 2 1
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Papa said he'd be in the stands watching: section H, 5th row, seat 35. During warmups, she had looked, during stretches, she had looked, but she had stopped looking right before the race."Don't worry about me," he had said. "Focus on the race," so when the man had said on…
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