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1. there's nothing more to say about it and I don't want to be drawn2. beautiful she couldn't hear me anyway I was desperate and there were moths3. they'd replaced his head with a picture of the moon he looked4. none of them were speaking English more like a ticking a…
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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184167
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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184120
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It all started with a middle finger. This is where the chain of events began in Benjamin's mind as his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood and the crunch of broken glass rolled against his teeth. The pickup followed much too closely, but Benjamin was too…
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I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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184021
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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“Let’s see that great big telescope of yours,” she exhaled hotly, “I want to grind your lenses!” The doctoral candidate dutifully stood between her and his massive telescope so her hands would encounter some instrumentation with no optical components.
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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”
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183910
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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183831
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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Although radiation and chemo rendered him a wraith...
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Ripper the dog died after eating a Quarter which had lodged in Ripper's throat choking her to death. Steve Latino buried her in the backyard the next morning. He felt nothing…
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