1638 13 5
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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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1638 8 0
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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1638 5 5
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. . . did you notice yesterday afternoon how for an entire quarter hour five o’clock itself looked for a few minutes as if it would never arrive?
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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1637 14 8
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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1637 5 3
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"I made up my mind then, in the backseat, sucking on a cherry Popsicle, that I wanted to be like Ruby’s mother..."
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1637 2 1
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"I who?" Mrs Caterpillar slithered closer to the door, peeping through the peephole with her stemma. Upon visual inspection, she discovered that it was Mr Earthworm standing outside in the rain.
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1637 9 6
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Some nights you really feel it.
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1637 4 4
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Both his parents saved their pent up Puritan pasts to fill his ears with brimstone clichés.
"Idle time is the devil's playground", he would tell me, scrunching up his face, stuffing it full of meat lovers pizza.
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1637 7 5
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Independence Day was a Thursday. Frank had been invited to join some Yale Art School classmates in Vermont for a three-day bacchanalia.
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1637 12 9
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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1637 2 0
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‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
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1637 1 1
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The White House released only a short-form pedigree certificate, which “breeders” claim bears signs of alteration. “The ‘K’ in the middle of ‘AKC’ is longer than the other letters, like an El Greco on an acid trip.”
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1637 3 3
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I thought about how chocolate or an hour massage, can almost trump sex. Then, I bought a chocolate bar and ate it all, without consulting the serving size. It was dark chocolate, 82%, worth it in the short term--- mmmm.
I thought about getting stoned.
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1637 18 11
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We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
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1637 8 4
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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1637 12 9
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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1636 5 2
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Almost to the elevation of regret.
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1636 0 0
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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1636 3 1
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She'd no doubt catch the guy's eye in the act, flash her smile and laugh in his face as an insult or invitation, depending on how she wanted things to go.
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1636 0 0
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It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
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1636 11 9
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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1636 6 4
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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1636 3 2
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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1636 9 8
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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
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1635 14 6
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Marge didn't eat lamb or pork.
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1635 2 1
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For the residents of Oak Morrow, entropy is an art form. They break their own windows and crash their cars into their living rooms. Grannies and pets can usually scoot out of the way before they’re crushed under the juggernaut of creativity.
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1635 17 10
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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1635 3 2
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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