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Children, afraid of dogs cried. There was uproar of melee. Children strained at their leashes to get away.
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18241813
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One must be drenched in words.
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18242011
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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182421
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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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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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182499
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
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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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The elevator door opened, and Tom ("The Baffler") Frank found himself confronted by Jesu bar Joseph, who opined: "You're WORTHLESS!" and recommended: "Why dontcha PULL your PANTS down, and CUT your COCK off!"
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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182310
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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182331
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behind the curtainof a ballsy fragilitythere lives an easethat was not easythere exists a gracethat is not always gracefulbeauty can maskcheekbones that sometimes look sadwhen they are smilingeven grin determinationneeds downtimethe prize is still thereeven if the eyes…
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1823128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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182300
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“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
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182323
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But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
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182320
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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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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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182320
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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18222014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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18221611
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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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182211
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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18222013
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182200
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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1822129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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1822107
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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182266
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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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182266
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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