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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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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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It rises rigid and plumb from its heavy base, the severity of line yielding to grace only at the throat where it crests into a subtly constrictive pinch.
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Once upon a time, not so long ago in Los Angeles, Jack and Jill Woodman’s father remarried.
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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Clayton had a grin like the hand of a beast that stretched as long as her gravel road...
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I can’t take my eyes off a tall blonde with green eyes. I catch her eye.
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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The unfanged obscene had finally caught him in the night.
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"What mouths could not say, hands did."
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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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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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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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Wives, without exception, have birthdays,
which if forgotten, are much-less-than-mirth days.
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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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Rounding a corner, Clarissa wiped out and hit the floor chin-first. She wailed and the dildos skittered away under a display.
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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Paddy's night arrived in the manner of finding a half torn fiver, initial anticipation usurped by disappointment before a chancer's edge suggested some craic might ensue after all. A great crowd had gathered somewhere else, for under Hill street bridge…
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Your kiss has spread like a fever, persistent and catastrophic for an ill-prepared heart like mine.
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Tara was so tired. The bus connection was off again, and her ankles were so swollen. Maybe it was the heat, the humidity, she wasn't sure… but things were definitely getting worse. She sighed. At least the bus shelter had an empty spot on the bench, so as she…
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I should have known to wear boots on Teddy’s motorcycle, but I didn’t know that when the engine heated the exhaust pipe became hot as a griddle. Teddy didn’t warn me, and I thought there was something wrong with that, but I let it go the way I jumped on h
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Do you know first hiss of batter hitting groundnut oil in a shallow pan, I ask, on a morning after a long, dream-ridden sleep?
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love notes yellowed through the years
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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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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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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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This is an older story that was inspired by research on naming conventions while trying to find record of my own ancestors in the Ukraine. I did not find them. Instead I was inspired to write this.
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