1709 17 15
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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1709 8 8
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He's not something you'll want, waiting for you, inside your living room's ear. Go and see your family. Breathe the broad daylight whenever you can. I got lost in some free form dog caves. That's all. That's no path to aspire to …
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1708 2 2
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My future husband is wondering why I'm "taking your crap"
when I'm excellent at standing up to his.
He's cooking dinner in the stylish two story home he owns
and wishing he had someone to share it with,
a blue eyed blonde, but only if she's me.
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1708 5 4
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They perch on the curb in front of the factory, like so many rail thin crows exuding smoke from their haggard beaks.
They've been here.
They've been here a long while.
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1708 7 1
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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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1708 4 1
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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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1708 3 0
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I was a Cub Scout, and the face of God was a joke that was told to my little pack. The joke went as thus:
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1708 18 14
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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1708 11 5
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Marge came home with a Doors CD.
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1708 2 2
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1707 9 6
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He has no plan, he needs a plan, he has no plan, he needs a plan -- the two thoughts bounce around inside his skull like racquet balls.
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1707 26 16
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Poets are more like Jesus,/
suffering the cross
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1707 1 1
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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1707 0 0
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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1707 19 9
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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it
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1707 19 3
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The snake was fang-less and so had to choke her, making the kill bloodless and drawn out, just the way she liked it.
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1707 10 7
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Behind the wainscoting, the mice scratch, struggling to keep warm.
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1707 5 4
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THERE'D been mutterings on the shareholders' board about a dodgy deal shoved through. In the rush after the towers' thing to get out relevant stock an executive producer had signed off on some film school kid for five big ones to shoot a…
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1706 12 11
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I peed on Rick’s toothbrush. I nearly repented and cleansed it with hydrogen peroxide in the middle of the night. But I didn’t.
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1706 5 3
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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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1706 8 5
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And because the film is French, the camera pauses / long moments at the curve of her neck, it watches/ her finger vermilion tulips in a vase. Her new lover,/ a wisp of a man, looks good in leather./ The camera pans quickly across beige suede,/ rests long
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1706 13 8
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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1706 3 0
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It started (or maybe ended) with the boot flying off the balcony and bouncing in the dead grass in front of our building.
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1706 15 10
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I tell my woman friend the new man's penis is too large. I tell her once. She asks me later whether I asked about it at the doctor's—large cock, she calls it, and I say I told the doctor my boyfriend's in a wheelchair.
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1706 6 6
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The man and the whore lay in bed together. It was a cold night and they were warmed by the heat beneath the…
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1706 29 13
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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1705 6 5
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Last night I spoke to the universeon your behalf. I don't know if anyone understood my plea, but I did it, I knew what I meant to say out loud, heard myself implore the great cosmic stuffing we're all fluffed out of to pleasejust give you a…
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A Nonfiction Behind the Scenes look at how the Arcana Magi Universe came to existence.
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She wouldn't have been the first.
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