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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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182500
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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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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182485
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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182451
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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182420
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The bearded old man, raised his weary body from the bedroll he had slept on last night and slowly stood up. Bones creaked as he worked the stiffness out of his joints, the pain and memory of endless days and nights riding the…
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18241311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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18241712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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1824136
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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18241715
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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1824107
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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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182466
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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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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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182432
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”My goodness how that child nurses hope,” Edward’s Grandad would often say, “were it not for her where indeed would this family be?”
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182411
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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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“Man, that Fats just nothin’ but a powerhouse, nothin’ but ‘Jesus Rolled Away the Stone’ and them Cats his apostles.” La KeeSha replied, “Ya’ll a real Blues Daddy now.”
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182376
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Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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182332
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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182332
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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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182333
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Karen likes to make a big deal about life experience. Specifically how much more she has than me. What that actually means, she's never made clear. The definition changes and mutates as the years go by, always in her…
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182333
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Don’t worry about what went aloud. I said nothing.
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182398
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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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The car has been parked there for slightly more than a day now, and nothing has occurred—there’s nothing “unusual,” nothing “amiss.” Except that it’s there, still, as he follows his boys to school.
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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182363
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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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182285
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When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
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182265
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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