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Almost to the elevation of regret.
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All creatures know death at their very core, a tacit default--
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Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
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There are things we must not say.
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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Scales were installed on station platforms. Those who were overweight were turned away
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And then, and then, and then! After all that, this. After all that bullshit with her Dad, the Associate Principal, the idiotic counselor, and that psychotic police officer, after all that, this: a dead black cat. Blocking her path! Right in the middle of the street! …
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He introduced himself as Jimmy Stamps and shook my hand with the confidence of a man who is Microsoft Windows certified. Reeking of vodka and Swisher Sweets he proceeded to expatiate on the virtues of X
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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I dared to dream whether she was coming or was she going
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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No way to know why she's here, but scars and scabs can hold more information than a file or chart.
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On stage, students from the junior college join children from the community to speak and sing in American-French accents. They are timid, heart-broken, in love, rebellious, faithful, resigned to their fates—and all in the matter of a few short hours.
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We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
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Johan was telling stories about the occupation. The Germans were stupid, he said.
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The world waited with bated breath as Tiffany stood in the grocery store aisle that housed the various kinds of fruit spreads for sandwiches and toast. She tapped her toe and nodded her head this way and that while she compared the qualities of two jars of…
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"I made up my mind then, in the backseat, sucking on a cherry Popsicle, that I wanted to be like Ruby’s mother..."
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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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Loving you, I always knew, was a job I’d only get via a dead woman’s shoes. There you were, the recipient of pot roasts, fresh bread, at a loss amongst neighbourhood widows and divorcees. A tide of them rolled over you in calico blouses, cut off jeans
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This is not her death. This is absent-minded omniscience. This is impossible. And then again, the inside-out, implosion. And the hall was clogged with bodies; none of them hers, but who could be sure?
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Can I still be in your pictures?
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Wafting wisps of fondness twinkling
in time with fairy lights pointing out lawns in cities
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Traveling in half-lit fluorescence, she smiles up at me, pale and strained
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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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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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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There’s no sky like that, with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress trees that are so like dark green flames, leaping out of the earth as if a dark green oily pool were on fire underground, and this was all that could escape, was its essence.
And a
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I stand corrected once more.
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My wife goes away for a few days to the little town where Hitchcock filmed The Birds.
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