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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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170775
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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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170711
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Trollo Martinez was wearing a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses and an old LA Community College T-Shirt. He needed to find some water so he could down the 5milligram tab of Ritalin in the palm of his hand.
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17072015
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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170766
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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170723
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Mr Robertson chuckled gently as he caught the aroma of freshly cooked cinnamon doughnuts and watched the oil leave its fingerprints.
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170700
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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1707105
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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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170700
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170633
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The next thing we knew, the KGB started tailing us everywhere we went. They must have heard about Lenin’s Paintings, was all we could figure. Because, what if they were real?
That night we went out to a pizza place where we saw the worst graffiti in t
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170699
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Requires one of those leaps.
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170685
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When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
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170665
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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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17061712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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170685
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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170600
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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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170621
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Everybody knew it would happen. It didn’t happen exactly when or how they thought it would, but nonetheless it happened.
“I told you it would happen,” a bearded man told his wife.
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170666
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Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.
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1706126
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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170521
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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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Looking with his ears, Hearing with his eyes, Not really mute, he simply didn't know how to speak.One word, then another string together,a crack spreads across an ice covered lake. Now there is an open channel, and his thoughts roil the…
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170522
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I built the fence myself, strong and high and aesthetically pleasing. It was high enough to provide privacy on both sides, but from my bedroom balcony I could see everything. More than I wanted to see.
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1705139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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1705158
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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1705147
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170533
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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered.
“Too much world,” said Anise Fish.
“We have that in common.”
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170520
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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170500
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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170422
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I remember thinking the seasons are arriving later every year,
as if the world has been slowed by the weight of graves.
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