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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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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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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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180100
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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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180188
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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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180040
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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18001712
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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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180000
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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180000
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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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180013
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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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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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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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180000
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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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180083
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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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179911
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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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179952
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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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1799127
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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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179986
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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179966
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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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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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A few people bristled and looked at Jim, but since he was avoiding their gaze, they had no choice but to return their attention to their own table and pretend to pay attention to the conversation they previously had been pretending to pay attention to.
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1799145
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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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179802
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When Mavis is satisfied that her new man and I have met her criteria, and at long last she goes, no one will stand between me and the relentless boredom of my own company.
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179843
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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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1798136
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Q: This name in Basque means “owns a new house.” A: What is “Xavier”?
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17982112
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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When we were on the road coming back out to California, along the Lewis and Clark trail somewhere near Cardwell, Montana, I remember thinking life was like leaping through flames while reading poetry and drinking rotgut red wine. This was what life was, a
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