1804 10 10
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I had some words, but the truth is they don't mean a thing because whatever it is I was trying to say to you always crumbles to the ground in front of you. I had some words, but the bullying wind was stronger than me and ripped them…
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1804 10 8
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Do you think that’s a good idea, you said. Sure, I said, as the men coiled up the anaconda and put it in a second truck that had arrived. You don’t think anyone will wonder what our motives are?
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1803 14 10
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Sid, the owner of the red convertible, always slept with his twin Lhasa Apsos, Helpless and Hopeless. He was an early riser and took his “girls”, as he called them, out for a brief walk, yes, and also he was up early to take his morning penicillin because he…
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1803 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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1803 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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1803 8 8
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He's not something you'll want, waiting for you, inside your living room's ears. Wax is wax. Go and see your family alive. Breathe the broad daylights, whenever you can. I got lost in some free form dog caves. That's all. That's no…
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1802 4 0
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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1802 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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1802 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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1802 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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1802 13 6
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Q: This name in Basque means “owns a new house.” A: What is “Xavier”?
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1802 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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1802 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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1802 4 4
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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1802 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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1802 8 5
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1801 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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1801 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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1801 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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1801 5 2
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1801 15 6
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1801 4 4
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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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1801 15 7
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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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1800 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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1800 0 0
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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1800 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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1800 21 12
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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1800 2 0
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...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
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1799 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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1799 8 6
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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