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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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172642
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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172500
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"Only the gods in heaven can do such things," he shouted back, his voice hoarse and parched from no water for two days. "Wouldn't your God have saved you by now if he had the power?"
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In the dark, alone after she was gone, he would whisper her name into his pillow and fight the tears more out of shear exhaustion than anything else. He had mourned for her even before she had passed, as he watched helpless while the disease marched slowly and…
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The White House released only a short-form pedigree certificate, which “breeders” claim bears signs of alteration. “The ‘K’ in the middle of ‘AKC’ is longer than the other letters, like an El Greco on an acid trip.”
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172584
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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172432
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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172444
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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172452
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Almost to the elevation of regret.
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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172497
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It is a misdemeanor to fart in NYC churches.
In 1857, toilet paper was invented by a man living in NYC.
No one knows how long it took for the idea to fan out from there.
God only knows why it took so long,
or why NYC was at the epicenter of it all
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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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“Are you my neighbor in 3D?” Was she?
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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Four nights out of sevenI will lay with youFour nights out of sevenIt's the best I can do In the day, we will bake our breadAt night, ha, we will break our bed!Four nights out of seven, I will be with you
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172493
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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172396
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. It was an unexpected meeting, but one that was sure to bring a lot of change for both. They met at a work event. Some friends wanted to put together a company and they had both been invited to be part of the project. Boy smiled. Girl remained…
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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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172366
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Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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