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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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178800
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With her head thrown back and mouth open she howls into the dark green night, letting her gloved hands droop like the front paws of a dog. A large orange corsage attached to the bosom of her gown.
Around her thick neck, a ribbon of black velvet. Her p
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178864
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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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178866
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Learned & wealthy but slowly going mad
from seeing, he did the only thing he could/he turned to love
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178800
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When my feet touched the ground on the tarmac at Bagram I cannot begin to describe the feeling I had. It was as if God had spoken to me directly, whispering in the cold mountain air: “Son of Marjan, I welcome you.” The feeling took hold and overcame m
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178755
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Train 664 leaves Thirtieth Street Station bound for New York City at 10:55. Concurrently, Train 663 leaves the station, headed for Harrisburg. Both trains are, confusingly, called The Keystone.If Mark and I have tickets for Train 664 because we plan to…
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1787148
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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17871111
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not to free ourselves//
from suffering//
but become the window//
through which it sees//
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178711
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You know moments like these. You know how your mother ruins them.
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178722
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When I was young in the suburbs, there was an empty lot across from our house. Bulldozers cleared the trees, shredded the bushes, and piled mounds of dirt three times as tall as I. But they never built a house.The dirt mounds, chain-link fences, and neon signs were…
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1787159
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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178720
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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178753
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Her time was spent in its usual way, breakfast, pills, organizing and cleaning. It was just hours behind today; hence the late swim. She was proud she did it, that she went outside. She swam, moved herself in the pool, chilly as it was. The pump made a wa
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17871710
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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17872015
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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178721
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Everybody knew it would happen. It didn’t happen exactly when or how they thought it would, but nonetheless it happened.
“I told you it would happen,” a bearded man told his wife.
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178666
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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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178684
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I've been mostly positive since joining up with Sister Helen. My previous pessimism involved spiritual degeneration, moral decline and decay, weak and weary instincts. I clung to life, afraid to die. Then I read something by Nietzsche, I'm not sure where but, like a seed,…
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178675
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Traveling in half-lit fluorescence, she smiles up at me, pale and strained
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178600
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Photographs can create, both good and bad. They can create a way to make a living, but they can also create opportunities for black mail, divorce settlements and most of all they can create power.
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178511
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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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178531
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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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178554
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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178593
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cymbals guy — another way of saying hey turdshitface haul your skinnyass to the front of the bus.
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178521
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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17851914
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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1785116
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'love is when the body goes away.'
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17851814
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There are things we must not say.
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178484
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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