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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”
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Crazy. I really hate when people use that word.
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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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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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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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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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I ought to see, in Mr. Smith's dilated pupils, the projection of his last reverie.
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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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Marge came home with a Doors CD.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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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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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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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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Poets are more like Jesus,/
suffering the cross
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How old is he anyway? 35? Maybe 40? Old—but in a good and sophisticated way. Everyone says he’s good-natured and generous, Mr. John-just-like-a-movie-star-Wagner.
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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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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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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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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it
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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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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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Having sex with her there made me feel like a child molester, I said. She said it made her excited.
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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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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