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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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This weekend was supposed to be about intellect and soul-mating, but, like all others, it's turned into body and longing. You sit in my passenger seat and I let you smoke in my wee car with the windows rolled down. We've come from a wedding, a fairy ring, a…
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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U-R, UltraReads is my new concept, an experiment designed to suit contemporary need and taste. The handy tablet-size reads can be easily done from your phone anytime, anywhere in the world. Each one comes together with a visual to make the reading experience more…
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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180455
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Alessandro was no ordinary demon (what demon is?), insofar as he had Constable Pulce's number. In demonly fashion he had Pulce's number in a way Pulce himself did not.
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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180362
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After she died, clearing out her safe deposit box at the local bank, I found more numberplates.
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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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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To hear my name, called out across the Roman stones on a bridge in Regensburg through the languid March drizzle,
was to breathe again as my head burst through the water.
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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I'm explicating Emily Dickinson when the alarm starts: three long, two short. Lockdown mode. Only there was nothing in the staff bulletin about a drill. So I tell the students to get down on the floor, away from the window. I open the classroom door and lock it from…
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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180284
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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180221
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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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They said AK, AK, if you want to come here, if you want to come to Antioch, you have to bring your A+ game. If you want to run with the big boys. That’s what they said. So I brought my A+ game.
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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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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a store called ROCKING FROCKS. In its window was a black tee shirt that said in big white letters, I'M NOT A SLUT, I'M WITH THE BAND.
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I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
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180165
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The bar sounds grew (as bar sounds will) until everything rushed together -- clinking glass, tinkling ice, laughter and zippers going down then up.
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Under the dirty orange glow of sodium streetlights, the glistening pavement looks slick, but it’s only just wet. The mid-November temperature is cool—quite mild, actually, for this late time of year—still hovering in the upper 30s—so far posing only the
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