1751 6 6
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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1751115
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The Americans don't want us. They want knowledge. They want to eat with us. They want technology and weapons. They want the results of research they themselves are too craven to perform, answers to questions they ask themselves in whispers, in the dark. T
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17511411
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The beachy slope
never draws such goliaths.
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175031
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The fabric on the waiting room chairs is stained and matted, but has been cleaned over and over.
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175053
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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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1750105
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Freshly fucked,
Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.
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175021
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Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
“Tell me how you have sinned, my son?”
Lies, father. I have told lie after lie in pursuit of my personal gain. I have lied to my family, my friends, to thousands of people who desired nothing from me but the tr
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17501110
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When her husband left she was not yet thirty
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175011
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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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175071
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Space, blank, uninterrupted, but then a fissure, a crack, a corridor, and down it you're walking.
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175000
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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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175000
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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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175044
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I have a ball-pein hammer in my coat pocket.
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1750138
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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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175033
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At first we thought metadata rich, non-hierarchical, network based, multi-provider filesystems were our future. An arduous journey but well worth the efforts for the beforehand unimaginable user experiences enabled by new technologies that thereupon displaced the…
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175011
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My mother told me I came out of her screaming and didn’t stop for two years. After that I took up rocking.
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175053
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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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174911
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He thought the scarab was bad luck. I knew too little about omens to argue.
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174946
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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174900
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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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17491312
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screw everything, youth is plinko
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174962
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he told me to be careful,my feet may bleedI watched him walk up and down the path,occasionally bendingwhy?carpenter nails, pieces of broken shinglesall along the pathnow I know why
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1749129
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I love to watch Kim work. She styles and cuts hair. When she is working on a customer, she is all business. The look on her face is priceless.
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17491611
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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1749139
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neon carrots and atomic tangerines
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174974
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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174974
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My boyfriend unequivocally believed in the existence of aliens. He was the Mulder to my Scully, though when I said so, he had no idea what I was talking about. I never understood how someone so E.T. obsessed could have missed 'The X-Files'.He would look skyward, eyes…
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174922
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My therapist told me I have post traumatic stress disorder My uncle had that He fought in the war I guess I fought in my own kind Not between countries Between children and father Between husband and wife Between addiction and sobriety When my father got…
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174965
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Is every librarian a poet at heart? I don't know, but a group of librarians recently put their heads together and came up with these library-themed Valentine's Day poems: Roses are red Your book's overdue You've had it for months Which is…
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174985
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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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