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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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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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“What are you doing after this?” I asked, faking a self confidence I didn’t truly posses at fifteen. I didn’t seem to realize that I wasn’t old enough for any of the clubs they’d go to. I’d heard that fans sometimes followed the band to an after-party.
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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Yellow Pages season is on us now, and Jimmy's drivin' a contract route. He'll head out to the San Joaquin where they print, and load ‘em in the back of his Tundra with the high side walls until the whole damned rig sags low,
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Solomon just makes people leak. Literally.
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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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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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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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Emi however, took her sister’s arm and looked at the bandage. Her normal green eyes stared coldly at the wound made by one of the large centipedes. Mayumi realized there was some sense of emotion from Emi wanting to come out.
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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I didn’t have toothpicks. You looked at me as if it summed up everything about me.
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A junkyard Bison seems an odd choice over the usual dog, but it did the job--trampling trespassers, vagrants and unautorized salvagers with a violent and admirable efficiency
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I bought some charlatan art / and hung it on the wall
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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For a person you don't know, a stranger with a lot of place, you think much of him.
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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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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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That put a real crimp in our already crimped sex life. Actually I didn’t mind as much as Allison minded. It made her real grumpy when she didn’t get laid. I could never understand how she could bear so much pain, because she was so small that it was l
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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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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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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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Post No Bills.
The Crouton Mavens.
United Burglars Union.
Crockpot Mistakes.
The Heavy Doors.
Fire In the Yurt.
Douche Baguettes.
Upsy-Daisey.
Schmazelhood.
Sidetrackia.
Flotsam and Jetsam.
Argyle Sox.
Roachmobile.
The Adulterer’
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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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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Alysia stretched her left hand out at Kurai, and the electricity connected with her fingertips like beacon.
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