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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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1704107
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Behind the wainscoting, the mice scratch, struggling to keep warm.
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170322
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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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170300
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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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170353
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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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17031612
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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170343
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#spotify / Elevators / Sky Burial Monologue
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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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170330
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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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1703199
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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it
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170388
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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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170311
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He introduced himself as Jimmy Stamps and shook my hand with the confidence of a man who is Microsoft Windows certified. Reeking of vodka and Swisher Sweets he proceeded to expatiate on the virtues of X
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170296
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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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are my only real friends. They don't seem to mind my shuffling down the dirty sidewalks without acknowledging their mere scraggly presences like friendly tombstones. They are growing their hair out again. I've noticed that much. We've got a…
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Crazy. I really hate when people use that word.
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170211
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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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170200
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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170232
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There's still a swatch of jelly on his lower lip. Did you notice? That's not the way it's done, even on the tractor.
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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170222
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We stopped at the Western Summit of the Mohawk Trail. Below Richland lay in the valley. I could see all the way to New York State and well into Vermont. From memory, I picked out the Hoosac River running south under the railroad
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170241
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Paul Shaffer and his cloned henchman Mini Paul come rattling through the early morning sky in a modified World War I biplane.
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170252
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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170254
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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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170111
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“I scheduled some time today to talk to you about something…something important. Since you’re going on with your life, leaving everything you’ve known so far, you’re going to need some information about sex.”
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170165
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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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Poets are more like Jesus,/
suffering the cross
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17011611
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“If 'neighbor' applies to women who covet—'deliriously desire'—husbands from Angers, then one day he'll be your husband's neighbor," I say.
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She wouldn't have been the first.
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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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