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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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He doesn’t intend to lie after this. For now, he just wants to take in the sea and the quiet.
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178424
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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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178455
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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178465
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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178400
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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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178496
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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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178432
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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178399
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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178310
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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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178300
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
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the first day of preschool/ my mother walked me down the street/ to a tall building that cut/ like a knife made of bricks/ right into the street,/ an american flag/ sticking straight out/ just above the door.
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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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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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
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I knew my cat was capable of telepathy when I began to have isolated, random, non-cause-related thoughts about food and feelings, little signals, and I realized that the signs — images of tangerines, tuna, bones; the idea of choice; slate, names; the feeling of…
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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.
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178232
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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178165
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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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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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