1688 7 4
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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168820
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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…
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1688139
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168862
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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168821
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"They treat us like shit," the mathematician said. "They think they can just take us and electrocute us and drown us."
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168821
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Clare sits bolt upright in the hard plastic chair, warily tracking every passer-by. In her lap, Kim’s hair is damp with sweat, dark blonde curls melting against her flushed cheeks. Clare absently strokes the length, soothing both of them.
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168820
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...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
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168893
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I had dreams of being permeated with the heat of Caramelized sisters. A declawed cat kept creeping along my apartment walls.
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168820
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She could see very clearly in her mind many size five girls with radically short hair and Cowdyke outfits from places like L. L. Bean.
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168854
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168700
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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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168754
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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168777
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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1687148
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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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1687157
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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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16871513
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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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16872816
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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168773
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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16872011
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We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
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168753
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He never bothered converting the tip money he pocketed at the Imperial Street 24 hour car wash as his world was replete with 25 cent transactions, making quarters the perfect coin for his realm.
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1686129
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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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168652
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I imagined the sun to be the moon and discovered it was not on a road trip in California where I noticed the sun on one side and the moon on the other.
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168675
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my God, I have no time, no time
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168620
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I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
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168643
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I take the plastic off of the last videotape and stick it in the VCR. I make sure the channel is on 6. Still a commercial. I get my notebook, turn it to the next page and write today's date on top. I get ready. I don't really like the back and forth banter the other news…
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168655
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168685
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168600
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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16861110
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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168674
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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