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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…
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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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134996
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He has no plan, he needs a plan, he has no plan, he needs a plan -- the two thoughts bounce around inside his skull like racquet balls.
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According to the weatherman's morning forecast it was supposed to be a dark and stormy night. Unfortunately for Doctor Von Übel the weather had other things in mind...
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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134995
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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Again, that was not the man I once knew. If they were taking Las Vegas odds; I should be the one dealing with this first.
Why was it him and not me?
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“Emerald Leaf Borers, Dutch Elm Disease and Gypsy Moths blow through here like the Plagues of Egypt,” said Rafe, sipping from his glass of Parallel 44 wine. “You'd think we'd get more than a few days of good weather for all the parasites we feed.” …
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The headlines were my source of information and contact. Four Soldiers Killed in Baghdad read one. Seven Ambushed in Fallujah. I’d read them, look for his name, and maybe clip it out. It put me there; put me in touch with him.
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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I almost forgot. Her nipples taste like that syrup from a can of peaches. The kind you aren’t supposed to eat if you are 18 or older. The kind that adds baggage to the hips and I’m certainly not about to take out an insurance policy on my ass.
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And she warms her hands on fresh-cut gizzards, And he forgets the taste of honeyed peaches
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The night wrapped its arms around us as we drove west, taking the highway past Medford towards Philly. The kids were asleep in the backseat and we were both counting the mile markers, staring out the windows with quiet eyes. I listened to the drone of the…
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All I wanted was to love her.
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They screened the thousands of mosquitoes that hatched, and found a few carrying the botox transgene. In a few months time, several billion mosquitoes had been bred, ready for release. Now to wait for that diplomatic flashpoint, when war could be declared
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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Age Eight: Custody battle. Reassure your worried mother that it’s alright, this will give you something interesting to tell your children one day. Until now, life has been very vanilla.
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There won't be dancing, anymore. That isn't true, that can't be true; but there is no floor to dance on, you know?
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I am speeding on the highway at 2AM because no one is here...
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134831
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The shark’s voice was dark, warm and scratchy, like dying embers.
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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A farm girl raised on fresh eggs and weather forecasts...
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13482015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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134884
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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will we become artifacts?
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Note to self: look up Bobby Sands.
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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I concluded that Parisian sexuality must be partially indebted to the cricket or grasshopper. The entrance to their flat was a wood door scarred by scriptures common to places frequented by people who have not yet made their mark on the world.
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