1708 5 2
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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170842
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There were three other guys on the bus. The landlord (or buslord) let us use the kitchen and bathroom in the house he shared with his wife. I rode into San José City College with the other guys, who were also taking classes there. I remember frigid autum
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170896
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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170821
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the Griot Grrrls stopped playing their distinctive brand of power progressive acoustic worldfunk at open-mics around campus
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1708129
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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170888
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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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170732
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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17072213
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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170753
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They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
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170710
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Priests didn’t just disappear, not without a reason, so there hadn’t been any doubt when Merrick was suddenly replaced. No one had said it, but they didn’t have to. And her boys, thank God—at least he’d done nothing to them.
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170600
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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17062014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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170631
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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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17062210
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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170621
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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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170664
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First off, don't worry about the marriage. It ain't gonna last. But don't worry. People will drive you nuts with that tiresome old chestnut, “there's more than one fish in the sea.” Thing is, they're right. Listen. I'm not talking salmon and sea bream…
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170643
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Somewhere in her the name triggers/
a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong
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170642
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Mama sleeps in bed with us. The blue of her ghost sleeps underneath me. I love her more than anything. What does she think when we are naked, when we yell, or mimic, imbibe, curse, cry, shake, make love, roll over on her, want to die?
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17061811
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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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170653
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Smoking is like hooking up with an ex-girlfriend: you know she's bad for you and that it won't work out, but it feels so familiar and comfortable and so easy to slide back into.
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1706105
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As a boy I fished under the Tappan Zee bridge which spans the Hudson River above New York City.
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170653
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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17052011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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170577
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1705102
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I had no portent this would occur, /
Ne'er did I see this happening, /
Not days before, nor those coming;
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170543
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You lose her. In the vortex of guttered water, her tangled hair entwines. Tornado-like. Her body spinning boisterously at its core. Her name: Izra—the wooden doll with black pebbled eyes. …
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170531
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The world—the natural world—was terrible and beautiful in wartime. The leaves shuddered off trees. The pockmarked fields. The fallen brick chimneys. The way the birds heaved together in enormous flocks like rescue missions and then just as…
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1705127
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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