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182210
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She was now sitting in her bathtub. The warmth of the water made her pale, rich vanilla skin flushed with the fullness of circulation as her pores continued to allow the passage of her toxins from her system.
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1822136
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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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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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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182276
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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182132
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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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182122
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John was sitting at his computer one night after work, when he read an article linked to him by a friend.
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182132
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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182132
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He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
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182100
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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182122
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"Honey," I called out to my wife. "Why do we have Spam in the closet?"
"You mean unsolicited bulk messages sent electronically?"
"No--the canned, precooked meat product made by the Hormel Corporation."
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182132
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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182198
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This is the parallel room I keep my heart in. Got a solo fireplace. I don't want to invite anything else into the story. It doesn't matter if no one knocks on the door ever again. I'm too shy to hope for much more than a couple of Interesting shadows…
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182174
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182000
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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182062
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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18201311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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182032
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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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182084
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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1820106
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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1820138
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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182055
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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1820117
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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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182044
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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182042
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God's honest truth, I wake up every morning when my clock punches out its dulcet, insistent clangs, a setting called Ultra Zen Up & Out. I brush my teeth with a blue dollar store toothbrush and watch one of the five morning TV shows designed to let me know the weather…
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182021
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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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18201110
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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182099
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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