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“Let’s see that great big telescope of yours,” she exhaled hotly, “I want to grind your lenses!” The doctoral candidate dutifully stood between her and his massive telescope so her hands would encounter some instrumentation with no optical components.
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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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People crawling up out of the chimney, then onto the roof, then sliding down it and off over the edge disappearing from view.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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So back to Berkeley we went, and started our own commune in a huge rented house on Derby Street where we could tear the fences down in all the neighborhood backyards. We created what we called “The Meadow.”
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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I am abandoned to the mundane/
calculations of a small mind/
trapped by small considerations
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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I bought some charlatan art / and hung it on the wall
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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Alysia stretched her left hand out at Kurai, and the electricity connected with her fingertips like beacon.
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My apologies also for those crowded roads you and your families have to drive on. My generation would have built more public transportation but, in all honesty, we just didn't give a damn.
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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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Robbie Lange closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. Yawning, he looked out the window into the black night. Another evening at the office, he thought. He counted the other lit windows in the skyscrapers around his building. “Goodnight, everyone
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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The muster zone was south of U.S. 119, off the Halleck Road. The search began on a large parcel, some 75 acres of farmland, property of one Mr. Shakelford. Shakelford had allowed the earth to go wild; brush, thistle and small…
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Things are a little out of hand. Information fills room after room after room. I have no bloody idea where I am. I have your photo, but the navigational coordinates are difficult to interpret. Where the hell are you, anyway? I don't like mazes — too much like…
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With such a world/
one must invent a heaven
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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You took up residence on the dark side of things, a bolthole in a wind-flayed right angle of a tower block where pigeons and suicides tumbled blackly on the air currents. You set about drifting off from who you were on a tide of cheap whisky and bad poetry, graduating…
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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The closed door swallowed up both voices, and all I could make out afterward were muffled pleas and angry answers that died completely.
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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