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You can’t start living in The Netherlands just like that; you need to be registered first. Once an official has confirmed you’re the person you claim to be, you can start in a job. Once an employer has confirmed you’re employed, you can apply for yo
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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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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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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172296
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Can I still be in your pictures?
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172275
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they got some heat here in the West
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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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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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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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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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“Tell me again,” you whisper softly, “about the songbird.”
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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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"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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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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172100
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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172150
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In a little dirt church at the end of the world stands the ikon of an unrecognized saint.
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172121
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We got Bob Dylan on the wall
wriggling from the lack of music
and light among the spheres
A great doubt has been raised
and can be seen from far, far away
for they are even afraid now in heaven
that things can’t be going right
and to
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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172121
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In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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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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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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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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Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
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