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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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174464
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We need to keep writing
because the great ones
aren’t always that great
We need to keep writing
to insure that the future
even has a future
We need to keep writing
because the wind won’t know how
or when to listen if we don’t
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174453
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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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174353
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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174352
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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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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174376
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She tells me I have to face the fact that I have the heart of the Tin Man. I know the story. He had none. She is very sensitive and I have to measure my remarks because words bruise her so easily. So, I…
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When he suggested to her that they make a sex tape, because that’s what everyone was doing, she wasn’t really surprised. And there was a truly repugnant part of it that fit in with her desire for moral self-flagellation.
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174333
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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174384
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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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174221
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‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!'
I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.
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174282
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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174251
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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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1742169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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174265
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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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174210
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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174221
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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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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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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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174264
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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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1742105
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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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174231
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174100
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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Coward, cuckold, she taunts: So be it. He's not a young man anymore, nor as clever as he once was, or thought.
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