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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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176123
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But they all know the parking prayer...
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176140
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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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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176111
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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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176031
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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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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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176077
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My face turns to promise more, but my insides are browning.
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176054
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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176077
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rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum
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His hands go up and down on me. You love me don't you he says. I don't know I say.
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176042
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There was something in the pressure and the urgency that made her smile, and then laugh. It was like carrying heavy furniture while someone made a joke--the effectiveness of the joke seemed directly proportional to the weight of the furniture. What was it
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It is indisputable that poets love roadkill...
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176064
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What led to the current situation was that about a year ago the conceptual artist had been shocked to read in a small item in a newspaper that a conceptual artist in China had also grown an ear on his forearm and this discovery had led the conceptual artist to make a …
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I once read a book of warnings.
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1760205
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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175983
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love notes yellowed through the years
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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175983
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I walked on hot coals. She got ahead of me. (228 words)
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Cos I play hard that’s why. Everyday hard. You want someone who ain’t an everyday player ? Try our Closer. But ain’t his fault he’s always sat there in the pen, like he’s taken root. His number lines rely on the rest of the team. So he’s flatl
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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175998
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“No one ever notices everything: but sometimes it happens, when no one is noticing everything, everyone misses the same thing in the same moment . . ."
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175910
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At that point he would leave and listen to the scientists as they debate as to why the moon has organs and why they are covered in a thick fat.
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175900
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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175996
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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175955
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“Dear, baby, what do you fear?”
Or maybe it was, “Now here are the keys to the lock.”
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175800
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She pulls out of love, while you sit upon the rumble seat, a granted is taken for every crack of the whip. She pulls out of fear. She pulls.
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turn my Dorothy Hamill into a golden shadow
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175895
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I'm warming my stool at the far end of the bar as usual, nursing my fourth draft on a balmy Wednesday afternoon when I lock eyes with this lady who's bashing her head through the front door. You've heard the expression, “50-yard fox,” right? —Looks…
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The mouth on my breasts is hungry, searching, needing...
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