1735 14 8
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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173521
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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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173511
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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173566
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Oh, gracious mercy, oh...
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1735129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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173521
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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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173521
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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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173511
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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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173442
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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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173432
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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173400
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Astrid hadn't always hated him.
They met at the Beta house in the fall of his junior year. Typical Friday night. Stoned, drinking beer. He and Red Chapman sitting in their room playing guitars. The girls in their blues jeans. The guys from the house hi
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173400
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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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173420
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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1733185
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The day you came home, after three extended tours in Afghanistan, I wanted to welcome you at the bus station, but I was afraid you'd attach yourself to me again.
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173300
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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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173372
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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173321
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He called me one Friday when I was a kid and told me he wanted to go trout fishing. He had dreamt that I was a worm or a fly -- he couldn't remember which -- but he was sure I would bring good luck to the stream. The next morning, before grandma awoke, I
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173375
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they got some heat here in the West
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1733107
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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173310
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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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173321
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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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173331
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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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173393
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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173331
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“Tell me again,” you whisper softly, “about the songbird.”
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173352
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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173310
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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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173232
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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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173200
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You know what parents have to do to get an Xbox? They don't just stand in line and someone hands them an Xbox, OK? That's sacrifice. They have to sacrifice and sacrifice and sacrifice. I mean, I chase alpacas a mile every night in subfreezing conditions,
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1732119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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173211
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Paul had come to Hawaii, like many young haoles from the mainland, to party. Partying proved to be lucrative for him. By early October 1982 he had done well for himself in Hawaii, living in a country house with sprawling lawns that held back the jungle foliage…
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