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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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185300
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It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
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185322
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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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1853105
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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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18531612
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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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185300
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There was a whole group of us Young Turk poets who hung out at the Savoy Tivoli in North Beach. Most of them drove cabs, (whereas I was now working in a damned gas station for Angel, my publisher’s man, who got me a job there.) They would double-park thei
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1853135
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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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1852129
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If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
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185273
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Susie watched the record, her mouth agape just slightly, the spinning vinyl unveiling the powerful sound of a voice she'd wanted to hear her whole life.
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185254
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I grew up in Detroit, and even though I haven't lived there since I was 18, I'm still a Michigander at heart. I'm also a (retired) bankruptcy attorney.You can probably tell where this is going. I own a Detroit municipal bond. It's a sewer bond, which means…
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185221
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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18521814
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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18521513
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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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185282
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It was so hot we walked out on our husbands. There were reasons, we supposed. They left the refrigerator doors open all day, grabbing beers when they passed by, tossing the sticky caps upon counters. They drove their Metropolitans to buy food, leaving th
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185231
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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185286
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As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –
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185141
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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185163
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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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185100
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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185175
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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185174
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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185197
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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18511211
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When I no longer know you, what signal will you give to remind me that you and I once loved?
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185010
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On the day they were born, the old mother eagle named her chicks Faith, Hope, and Charity.
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1850176
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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185032
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The man who plays his flute every day under the archway near Powell station is not very good. He never plays a real tune, just a series of random notes. There is no rhythm or melody either. In fact, it's not even a flute he…
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185021
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Oh no, here is that Whitman man
I’ve heard he is a bounder.
Don’t look his way or catch his eye-
Just get another round, dear.
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185053
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He was corporate then, young, his wife gorgeous, the collar flipped up on his twill overcoat, a lit cigarette in one hand, the other around his wife’s waist. They stood outside. It looked chilly. She wore a hat. He looked bulletproof.
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His thought was shattered then by the horrible grind of the telephone in the hall. Surely not for me, he thought. One of the other tenants has a friend who’s landed vipivka, no doubt after 39 straight days of hunt. Booze is so damnably hard to find
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