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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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185300
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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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185322
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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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185394
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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185300
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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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1853167
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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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185321
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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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185385
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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1853136
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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185332
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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185352
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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185233
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Stop! the voice commands in a guttural shriek. Do not move. You are under arrest. But the voice is only in his head; he has created it the way a writer creates characters on a page, and it is just as real to him as if someone were really there.
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185200
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Beautiful,
a country left abandoned by the parade path.
The soldiers that typically occupy this place,
temporarily removed to neighboring lands;
congregating together,
backs to the native.
I benefit from the accidental diversion.
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185231
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Everything is painted black that isn’t glass, velvet, neon, or chrome. The club is cold, and the DJ who broke-up with me while I forgot I was stoned is spinning his favorites to an empty floor. Endings have a rhythm. I heard this one coming. I can hear it
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185232
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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18521211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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185253
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Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
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185234
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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185132
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I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
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185184
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They knew every word.
They knew EVERY word!
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18511612
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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185121
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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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1851135
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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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18511513
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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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185174
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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185151
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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185000
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No way was Robert actually surprised that hewas competitive with himself, but there was something way more concrete about this. Instead of hand wringing, there was someone, Bob, that he could punch.
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185041
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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185045
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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185021
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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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