1650 8 6
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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165098
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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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165010
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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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164910
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It’s the small stuff. Always. A conversation with a stranger, brief yet so connected it overwhelms you. These encounters can move me beyond my reality, little reminders that, if you just crack the window a little, something very special can blow in.
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164932
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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164910
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[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.
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1649106
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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164932
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All I wanted was to love her.
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164963
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Now it turns out, the story doesn’t begin with the butterfly lady, herself, but with her brother.
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1649113
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In May of 1982, my daughter and I planned a trip…
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164985
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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164900
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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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16491714
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I'd laugh, cry, splutter with confusion or outrage. I'd probably say “Duh” a lot, grow pale, flush, and wink at the viewers. I'd furrow my eyebrows, raise one or both, and my eyes would narrow, widen,…
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164965
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The robot may be grabbing onto something so big I'm mistaking it for the countryside, or the sunset. I could just be one cog in an infinite chain of leg-attachment, stretching from the cosmos to the sub-atomic.
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164900
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Harris Tobiasharristob@gmail.comThe Alarm A terrible clanging in the middle of the night roused me from my bed. I put on some clothes and hurried into the street there to mingle with my bleary eyed neighbors. At first we thought it was a fire but there was…
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1648158
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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164832
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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164885
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I didn’t question any of it and instead sat motionless as she dropped my wrists and walked away seconds later.
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1648107
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I threw my hand / at the gearshift/
the car glided off.
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164853
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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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164800
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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1648107
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I reached for that hair and the air zagged white...
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164854
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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164831
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Dark hung over the night like an occupation force. Across the street a Cuban diner fought it off with green and yellow neon lights, Latin rhythm beating through the air.
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1647119
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My wife is making lunch. I suggest leftover pizza. We are going over to the neighbor’s house for pizza tonight, my wife says. I tell her that’s okay. I like pizza.
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164721
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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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164700
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Scribble something basic with traces of spectacular,pen every pint of pain spilled during the massacrewhittle the convoluted down to the vernacularboiled the whole story, now you got everybody crackin' upnow step back from the business like, “man, that's wack as…
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164755
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The white faces of the train look up in an attempt to satisfy presumption, smoothing out any interest into glassy eyed gestures toward looking but lacking the very important quality of sight.
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1647109
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Strike me down hard, bolt of pure blue, laser focus square, blast of hydrogen nuclear, knock me on the keister, blind me down, oh Lordy Lord Lord.
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16471310
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Fortunately, when the bird hits the sliding glass doors in our den, I know what to do.
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