1807 4 4
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The signal sets the faint young boys into motion
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1807 9 7
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The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.
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1807 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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1807 9 9
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For another man she raced through infinite wounds and fists in a monsoon forest. Hands tied to her lover’s for a dance, a roulette of paper cranes exploding across the sky. Cascaded into the sea of black eyelashes.
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1806 0 0
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Tonight was no remarkable night. The sun rose and set without question, children’s hearts broke with truth, around the world millions of people lost someone they cared about, millions people fell in love. It was an average day—it was unremarkable. It w
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1806 17 12
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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1806 0 0
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We are the images, the tableau vivant, the one-person shows, the scenes from scattered plays. We wait for the Caretaker who prompts us to play and replay one by one on her rounds.
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1806 19 14
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His work was done. For sixty years, beginning soon after his seventeenth birthday, he had listened to the gods- good, bad, somewhere in between-
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1806 5 4
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Their love was doomed at the onset, yet they engaged in it anyway, heedless of the numerous error messages and critical runtime failures. Abort, Retry, Fail? They selected Retry over and over.
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1806 3 3
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How her camisole strap falls, her bare shoulder, her tattooed arm like an old, Coney Island mural. That dream she had: I bought her a fake, diamond necklace in Manhattan. She wanted to kiss me in the alley but was afraid of the rats
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1805 1 1
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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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1805 4 3
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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1805 4 3
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"I accept it," Leo said in a low voice. "I accept it all. I know who I am, I know who you are, I might even know who Martin is, now. We all have to share this. I think I will forgive you, because I can'
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1805 5 4
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Beneath the crosshatch gazes of the satellites and above the maze of sound, seahorse clouds exhale a glaucoma haze before they are absorbed into surveillance footage
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1805 8 6
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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1805 15 6
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1805 3 1
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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1804 2 0
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Joe thought of Evelyn. Walt of Charley. Annabelle dreamt of Paolo in an autumn in Cordoba. Everyone who stayed at Mrs Jackanoe’s guest house in Room 17 and found the note also found some long forgotten feelings.
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1804 12 7
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my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
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1804 13 6
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Q: This name in Basque means “owns a new house.” A: What is “Xavier”?
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1804 1 3
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"Carl, do you think we can fit all of our furniture into that red house?" Jeanne asks. She wonders how easily you could burn a red house down, if a claw foot tub will melt or be left standing in a field of black grass. He reaches for her hair, the dizzy smell…
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1804 4 4
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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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1804 0 0
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No one could understand. No one wanted to understand. They were all gripped with horror, fear flowing through every nerve in their body. Could it be a serial killer? Could it be an animal ? Could it be an accident? Or was this a prank gone bad ?
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1804 0 0
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Frey wanted to see heaven without having to die. He had returned from the sea after being gone for three weeks, ranting wildly about a giant ship he had seen in the distance one afternoon.
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1804 8 5
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1804 12 10
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1804 8 3
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Sometimes they bleat like sheep when I shave in the shower. They live in a complex social order.
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1804 5 2
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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1803 5 2
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Didn't he have like a frog
No lips so speak of, and the weathered lizard
Look of the frequently face-lifted?
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1803 6 6
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He begins talking about string theory. He reels me back in, from the dinosaurs to the infinite, human evolution and alternate dimensions, until it makes so little sense that everything makes sense.
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