1823 6 6
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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182321
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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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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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182300
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182222
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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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182232
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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18221311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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182284
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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182232
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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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182200
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After Jonesy entered the bear habitat, he walked up to the biggest bear in the group and punched it square in the nose. The bear was visibly startled. I mean, bears don’t get punched that often. And there’s a reason: bears are ferocious animals.
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1822188
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1822136
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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182298
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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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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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182284
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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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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182162
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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1821106
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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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1821138
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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1821117
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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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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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182174
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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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182196
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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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182199
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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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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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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182055
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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